I don’t love you
I don’t love you, don’t love me
I am nothing
And that is what I have to give you
I have nothing
Look toward the sun
Rising up and out and from
We are nothing
And nothing we are from
We are one
But not the way you want to be
An endless sea of treachery
The unexpected lethargy
A nearly empty treasury
of unintended misery
You know it’s poetry
When I speak
honestly
Be free or die fighting
-theE major and Be DeaF
This article appears in Jun 19-25, 2014.
Then i can go eat some hay,
make things from clay!
we can do it by the bay!
what do ya say!
we just may!
i am sure getting sick of the rhyme
of the lovesick’s perpetual pine
you’re out of good luck
but who gives a fuck
will you shove this where sun doesn’t shine
I’ll stick with Love Stinks, by J Geils.
Leprosy.
That old rotten man just touched my knee.
Now my flesh is falling off of me.
Oh, I think I got leprosy.
Suddenly
I’m just half the man I used to be.
There are pieces coming off of me.
Yes, leprosy came suddenly.
what do you get when you have 5 lepers in a hot tub?
oatmeal
alriiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, will the leper in this forum please stand up?