You sit across from me and
spit up garbled words like an infant,
you and your gassy smiles.
So I sit here, up late again,
and regurgitate them all on paper,
to get them out of my system.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
You sit across from me and
spit up garbled words like an infant,
you and your gassy smiles.
So I sit here, up late again,
and regurgitate them all on paper,
to get them out of my system.
