Glub **** **** glub
glub thumb,
Breathing is quick
**** Glub
Smile
**** Glug
Look away
Then look back
A subtle smirk
**** glub
glug thumb
Goes my beating heart

Hush little baby, don't you cry,
Mama's gonna feed you some cyanide,
If that cyanide don't **** you,
Mama's gonna drown you in the tub,
If you don't go glub glub in the tub,
Mama's gonna stab you a thousand times,
Hush little baby, rest your head,
In a few seconds you'll be dead,
La la la la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la.

Hello amazing person, good day!
Today's a day to rejoice and replay,
the sweet melodies of symphonies dancing across the winds.
And in the seas the sweet "glub blubs" of the fish and the splashing fins.
It's not a day to be sad, Oh no!
Yes, not a day to be grumpy and mad.
It's a day to be thankful for so many things that are special about you,
and sometime you'll probably agree with me too!
So dance and sing,
just as a bird is quite to a wing.
And you'll see dear,
your bright future is coming astonishingly near.

my mother admits that
my birth
followed by my siblings
hindered her growth
as an individual
as if we could've
kept ourselves
from leaving the womb
just a little longer
and now
she is stuck
learning about herself through
trial and error
mishap and reconstruction
of person
tearing herself down to
build us up and
she admits that her life
would not be bound
to the crumbling walls of this life
this current one
had she listened to the adults around
her had she chose
him
over my father

We follow the current
around each rock and
up each straight.
Some break free
and are forgotten,
some break free
and are remembered,
but only those who
swam fast away.
The rest of us are waiting
for that one great leap,
up and out and over
the banks -
the leap that we know
will be our last,
but the one we know
will show the others
we got out,
tasted the air,
glubbed our last glub
and did something
unequaled.

I have words
For things that don’t
Exist;

Things pop out of
NoSomeAny
Wear

Things exist, popping to life
Like the twin Colonels Popcorn
I’m Adam naming the Gnu
(And failing to explain the name
To Eve, who gets frustrated and thinks
A snake has better ears than her
Husband, who knows…

But anyway, uh…
My Merflacks are as
Big as any Globskeins
You’ve never skien;
How could you have
Skiened a Flackmer?
I just made all that
Apcrola Down.

And what about that
Plompein you brought with you
To that party? Huh?
What were you stinking?
And I’m not making that last
Word up, yo.
You really stinking.
Get some flope, why’nt ya.

I’m in glub with that Plompein
You pretended to bring with you
To that party that was a total and
Complete Blastoil.
Several peep-hoals came down
With really nasty cases of
****-flapsis.

Your birthday, I did not forget;
I sent you a glaftboob; a pinging
Glaftboob. You were not
Gloamy. I remember when I thought
Everybody was gloamy.
No one’s gloamy anymore.
Gloamys aren’t even themselves
I HATE gloamys.

I’m going to school to become
A licksplurch.
You can take that to the
Place that holds our money
(I Hope You know what it’s called)