Today's immortal lines from the ever-continuing tweet poem, the "longest poem in the world":
..."ever though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made.
I just looked at this week's calendar and I'm very afraid.
And suddenly I'm not sleepy anymore. I'd die for some cereal.
Crap. I have to take a dump and I am out of reading material."
..."ever though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made.
I just looked at this week's calendar and I'm very afraid.
And suddenly I'm not sleepy anymore. I'd die for some cereal.
Crap. I have to take a dump and I am out of reading material."
Somehow, that just says it all.
(see also earlier post at auto poetry, part 3)
1 comment:
Hmmm-- "longest poem in the world" seems to have ended or at lest gotten stuck at those lines.
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