Nuance and Shivers have been giving me free expression. heh, wow. sometimes I manage to surprise even myself. Now I'm not sure if you realize what I'm talking about, but just in case, by chance, you hadn't noticed my pain, I am not having the time of my life. Ha! He doesn't see the humor in my punchlines, although, it's just fine since they weren't supposed to be heard. NOT by ANYONE but ME anyways. Sometimes I get annoyed by having to write things with proper grammar. Like, whats the point in wasting time pressing this key on the keyboard ' ' ' ' 'this and ' ' ' ''' ' ' ''' '' '' its almost just too much for me to handle. especially when people get annoyed by it. It's like when apples say "help help! I"m drowning in syrup." Did they think the birds were going to answer with a "Fried anchovy pizza though?" And if you think this poem doesn't make sense, then I don't mind. Just don't go, and rock the boat saying "Life wasn't meant to be made fun of" because it was. I am allowed to call myself freeweekmickyfree because of something a friend of mine once said about himself at a party while drunk. even though it wasn't about me, I think I have every right to do what fits. would you tell someone who didn't fit into a pair of short shorts that they looked ugly in them? NO. Of course you wouldn't, of course that's assuming your not as arrogant as a song bird in July. And mostly at this point you couldn't be able to tell if i'm trying to be funny, by using random words, or if i'm being serious and using symbolic phrases to imply that I might just not be okay. There's a slight chance that... well lets just say my eggs haven't flown the coop, because they don't have wings yet, but they might as well stay cracked like the cement on a sidewalk that has been corroded through the years due to excessive break dancing by some kids from the 80's who thought it was cool at the time. So lets just sit back and relax for once to watch the magic take its seat in a chair at the movie place watching a new movie featuring myself playing the harmonica for hours and making jokes about how babies aren't babies and they are really baby skeletons or some crap like that. lets just sit back and relax for once, and watch the free... falling... piece of paper.. make the hardest landing it would ever face.
I wrote this three years ago, and hour before the last poem I posted. It's actually kind of funny.