it kinda made sense

sick, sick poetry

I had something to tell you but I forgot it already.
it is somewhere over there somewhere.

it was probably a tribute to the other day when you
were like excuse me for being someone saying something.
it was more than likely a suitable replacement
for your happy wrongdoings.

it was an even better display than your previous discussion
on matters that now belong to the illiterate department
of defense research

bogus.

i was saying to somebody something about how you took
something you said to someone else
and that someone else was really mad about
something I said and someone else overheard

fuckhead.

never again will i spare the flashy upherhandedness of
the fly towels that seem to spread more germs than they prevent
from taking the glass atmosphere and referring them to the

outside.