I am the new King, the old king is dead, and I require a coronation. Come stand by my side, Queen. Drink in the sights of our subjects. We are powerful, have new money and drink the
finest wines that the gods can offer.
i am a spacey child whom people mistake for being "challenged." i talk to myself, i eat rolled bologna snacks. They are tasty. i have love and innocence. i have the ability to talk to dogs
who don't talk back.
I am a hooker. I work at night and give my monies to a tap-dancing pimp. I like nightlife, I love to boogie. I'm great at giving blowjobs and telling men that I dig their moves. I dig your moves.
I have a 401-k.
I am a compulsive gambler who has lost their shirt on more than one occasion. Any inside straight, any dog or horse, or boxing match looks good. I'll bet you. . . I need help. I need
a dollar because I'm good for it.
I am a cat. I have green eyes made of marbles. I walk around people who don't like me. I
like to rub against their legs and leave shudders and dander. Give me a mouse and I will
leave you alone. Give me a mouse.
I am a poet. I don't like saying that but I also don't like lying. Yes. . . I do. I know people. I like wine. I like mice. I like flattering men. I like throwing away money that isn't mine.
I like rolled meat snacks.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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of all these things, you are probably most a hooker...poet is a close second.
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