oh **** me...
i'm not into performing my writing...
oh no... that ain't happeing...
have ypu heard those
asphyxiating performers?
they're gasping... gasping...
the gasping murray! (hotel
transilvania scene)....
     fair enough, lovely rhymes...
but i'm over here going...
                dolphins juggling doritos;
it's just exhausting, listening to
these poets... they all sound the same,
i mean, they're gasping,
                  they're exasperated...
me? i'm just yawning,
watching a cat sleep on my bed.
then i'll out-stretch my legs onto
the windowsill...
   and continue yawning... listening
to the death of the winged hussars
              theme from
           with fire & with sword movie...
oh **** me, watching these poetry
videos... these people are
                     asthamtic or something?
i yawn, and look at my cat,
and all he seems to insinuate back at me
is... yummy.