Old cheese, Dried spit

I bought a pen,
                     a melon,
                               jammed to punk rock,
                                           made my ears bleed.
          I cried cause you missed me.
I shot myself,
                     took some pills,
                               puked words onto paper,
                                             passed out before I could fuck myself

          ...A wino taught proper...

I know the correct use for the long fork,

                     with napkin in lap I pinch the servers ass,

          ... A wink,

                          a smile,

                              A tall glass of wine,

                                   Old cheese, dried spit.

To tight to drink,

To soft to spread,

To old to mold,

...To high to feel...

Square meal

Incent scent

You must repent.

1995