i dont write poetry. I think it’s cool but it aint my thang. But I wrote this without thinking whilst I was doodling on paper. Check out a real poet at http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com/. My old head got creativity in his socks.
Sunday 6/26/2011 by Dick
1pm wake feeling embarrassed and still wasted– Awkwardly long visit to the breakfast hole at 1.45– Crazy, cool, cranium collecting, couch-chillin session till 4.30pm– 4.35 walk to the drunk people factory to werk the conveyor belt in a 100 degree cave– 5pm expediting nourishment to ungrateful, unappreciative, sheep….. and the occasional real person– 2am post labor limeade margharita and ipa session till 3.30– 3.45 home for tools– 4.20am walking home transporting the same amount of weight in bag and feeling even more embarrassed as well as extremely pissed– 5am home writing about how half ass my days can be.