Wednesday, 09 January 2013
# winsh 2. Write a poem entitled "Dog Bite". 3pts
puncture deep in the seat of the problem
massive storm cloud reveals a
demon inside spewing the savagery
that can only happen on a day
when nice is only a color
and hope is a flammable twig
that burns up fast and smelly
so much barking about what is deserved
and how your rights are bigger than mine
and what you say is more important
and taking one for the team.
the team is a pain in my ass.
I had a dream last night that told me I was angry. So I stayed good and angry all day long. I'm angry about a lot of things, some of them are even real. Some fun things I considered today in my fit of temper: 1) my Christmas tree was a fire hazard and could have been very entertaining for a little while had I lit it rather than taking it to the curb. 2) it's a good thing we don't have any equipment that goes "boom" because I had a powerful need for target practice today. 3) it is so darn annoying that I have to juggle other people's crap when I need a nap. 4) some times certain words are more attractive than other times.
ps. i know it's garbage.