I nominate the *** that's been brought to a boil
Our plans fell through
And we're about to go under the knife
Rise and shine
Like peas and carrots
Like loaded dice and the counting of cards
Aw, you beat me to the punch
You are not some run of the mill curator
With a reduction in pay, you know your stuff
I blame my dichotomous thinking
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
I nominate the *** that's been brought to a boil
Our plans fell through
And we're about to go under the knife
Rise and shine
Like peas and carrots
Like loaded dice and the counting of cards
Aw, you beat me to the punch
You are not some run of the mill curator
With a reduction in pay, you know your stuff
I blame my dichotomous thinking
Request permission to use this poem