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Three heads and a quarter,
barely even a meal for me.
How could one think it was good
for six pennies and tea?

*******,

A horse's tail whiplash made
Barefoot Pinot Grigio spill.
Angry children steal
from the shop owner's unguarded till.

What?

Eating apples with a pig under a fig tree;
I wonder if they'll ever find me?
A sword drawn on a child
the story ends with six pennies and a quarter
to spend. How mild?
8/15/14
Got fired today
probably best for everyone anyway

Work made me secure
binding me up in a commitment to endure

I guess I'm not very nice
now I'm the one paying the price

I should try saving my money
Life's a ***** to those who just want food in their tummy

I suppose I should show a little gratitude
he offered me a job working on having a positive attitude
8/14/14
It's a red moon tonight
and I glance to the stars
for reassurance
that the world is still here---
that I was once apart of the heavens;
no reason to fear.
7/14/14
Common Computer
show me the future!
Writing with pen and paper
feels so much quicker.
8/8/14
Three pigs sat in a tree
wondering which was best
gorging down a meal
as quickly as can be

A toad looked up
and was afraid.
After a frightened 'ribbut'
it jumped away.

The first pig ate all the leaves
and bark and bugs too,
it ate everything, leaving
just the second pig's hair-do

The sound of the pig's gluttony
echoed throughout the forest
and all the small critters
ran away to buy insurance.

The second pig did not fret
in fact all he ate was a
twelve-year-old baguette

That's when the old bear
could smell his next meal
he romped around looking for bacon
but exerted himself too much
for he keeled over;
for real.

The third pig starved
and fell out of the tree
it landed on its back next to ants
smoking ****.
The pig was saved
for it had a feast.

That's the story of three pigs in a tree.
Sleep when the rain falls,
dirt and ash make the bed bugs crawl.
I'm contempt
watching spiders scurry across the ceiling wall.
7/9/14
The purple spider
sits on my thumb
and hums
"Dum-de-dum-dum-dum,
bring out that ***
til I see that sun."
There he sat right on my thumb
for the rest of the night
humming away
with nothing else to say.
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