I often wonder
why
certain things seem funny
giggling in class
stupid
juvenile jokes
scrawled across wrinkled
scraps of paper
some is offensive
i'm shocked I wrote it in review
some is raunchy
I wonder if something passed between me and you
but mostly I think it was just the thrill
because it was between you and me
wasting our days
scribbling away on torn
pieces of paper
and its even worse when my mom finds them and goes through them. like today for instance. ahhh, privacy you holy grail, discover your loyal believer that maybe you exist somewhere
