WE ARE ALL GOOD IF THEY TRY HARD ENOUGH
No, I am not out to start a smear campaign.
For you who you are and stuff you’re good,
ripcord! When I grow up, I want to be
patience, an asterisk, or the kitchen when
“I’m not trying to be an ass but honestly”
is frying and frying his cardigan to chase the
New Real. Us mood thieves, weren’t we
not invited? Why are we going off about
snot bouts, hey ho, no way, the sigh dial,
like the first rule of polite company is
don’t talk about polite company. I really
hate it here, which is such a stretch.
Strong feelings, I mean. I never got
buzzed in to those. I take a Z-shaped
fire escape up to the hospital of feeling.
What an anti-ripcord sort of beauty that Z!
And I stroll on up whenever it is I consider
you. For some reason, right now, I want to
love you in what they’re saying is orange
and endless, honestly. Shrug. How’s it feel
to weigh that much in news? Orange and
endless. That’s good for what it is, I
guess. If you’re sure you are, I trust you.