Wanna Lose Dignity?

december Poems

Yesterday I freaked out. She told me to breathe. But that didn't make sense. I breath all the time. At least if I held my breath, I could get high off of it. I once met a guy who was high on life He ate the sun And bathed in the wind He might have worn tree bark But I think he was just ***** He said in order to be one with yourself You have to be one with all. I don't think anyone wants to be one with Themselves We love other people's attention to much. Thats why we stand in front of a mirror and list our flaws That way we actually have something to talk about I could bend over backwards to look But all I'd see is everything upside down I don't like being upside down Cuz I know the other way is right side up I don't like the other way I like my way Its luxury of design I draw my life...sometimes there is sketch marks But that's cuz I'm not a printer. I don't particularly care for printers. They make odd noises that sound too much Like invader robots. I've seen too many machine rising movies. And I think I have seen the printer glare at me. Probably cuz I kicked it. It printed obscenities at me. Speaking of obscene You're probably wondering if this little piece of writing Has a purpose. Without further suspense I'm glad to announce it doesn't. Why you even read it I couldn't begin to answer. Why I wrote it is as mysterious as bologna. I don't have much time left to write. Probably a good thing because I don't have much Write left to time. But I implore that if you have read this that if any of it made Sense. Its about time to switch therapists.