A Short Treatise On Expediency

Handwriting!
I'm writing with my hands!
Well, just one of my hands.
The other is under the table
cajoled and cavorting in overrusted machinations.

Please do something with me.
Now.

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Lady
Please
Stop
Making
Those
Noises.
This
Is
A
Train!

Do You?

Remember the candles we burned?
the ones we burned?
the ones we burned the house with?

I can't remember them.

Maybe you do.
Do you?

Look At Me

Look at me.
I'm looking at your teeth.
Those teeth of yours.
So tiny.
I could smush them.
Only need two fingers.

You'll Never Be A Guitar

I tuned my guitar to you.
I know that sounds tubetop romantic
but my guitar sounds
just terrible.

Can't

Singing about his mom!
What's? He crying?
Ha ha! Ha ha!

Laugh with me
goddamn you.

Oh, hey

That's a pretty good looking
tablecloth
You got there. There
on that table. No.
That table.
That one. There.

I meant it to make you smile.
It really is nice, though.
Both of them are,
but I prefer the one.
I prefer the one
with the blue squares

Virgins!

1.
All these virgins here
singing about their sons,

'Son' I says, 'Son! Don't
blow it! Poker face!
Poker face!'
Where did they go?

2.
Also,
I have their sons

Same Songs

Why come songs can be
that same song we heard yesterday
and be like to you today?

And me too.
Why come that?


We and you should stay away
from those kinds.

Mom?

How do you eat breakfast
with all those babies around
eyes trained on your
leaking breasts?

They could win.
If it really came to it.
Really, though.
They would rip you to pieces.