Passing
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.
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.
posted by burning moon at 2:44 AM
3 Comments:
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
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.
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
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