a confession

an attempt at confessional poetry

Almost all of my poetry comes from T.V.

one way or another.

News

Documentaries

Kid shows (these are the best for rhyming)

I don't really live that much anymore.

Outside the house

my wandering days are over.

Exciting is the week I ride the bus.

The only nature I see is a dead oak in the back.

and some times if I am lucky,

a cat eating a squirrel.

And we will share.

but no one wants to hear poems about that.

People aren't suppose to eat squirrels,

and cats are s***s.