|
|
|
offensively boastful poem about shameless self-indulgence
Not too bad. Sitting here, taking my drugs, Eating chocolate, Practicing, quietly, Being twice as smart As half the rest of the planet. "Is it true that Cornucopia is allergic to nuts?" My mother asks me. It is true. My wife told me on the phone just yesterday. But I had already completely forgotten This daughter datum. |
|
|