Sunday, June 20, 2010


I've tucked a smile
into my face,
taken my brain
to reside at the rest home,
and expect to blend
with the vanilla people now.

Kindness has been
a distraction,
so I've removed the heart
that sets me apart.

If I cement my eyes,
and whittle down my thighs,
return the dream receipt -
I can pass.


Blogger Chris Never said...

I certainly hope you dont hand in your dream receipt, they are really hard to come by and you cant get a replacement one easily *smile*

And no thigh whittling, sounds quite painful lol

If this is the cost of passing, then I would pass

5:18 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

mmm ... at least you understand the poem. It's more than I can say for anyone else who read it.
I really didn't think it was that difficult, lol.

That's the internet for you I guess.

a dream receipt is a nice thought eh?

I see you have a new prime minister. I don't know anything about Aussie politics, but she looks like a hard little bitch.

3:37 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

She is indeed, a hard little bitch as described by your own self *laughs*

Kev blew it, and she will not do much better I suspect, but the alternative is even more hilarious lol

Tony Abbot *rolls eyes*

its all bad on the political scene atm kid

5:21 PM  

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