Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
I felt like writing and sat down but
the empty beer cans became alive,
sucked me straight back into the bottle,
stole my wallet and knifed me,
cackling dark maniacal laughter,
dancing around in cute psychotic pattern,
creating even a greater mess on my computer desk,
which already had one,
obviously undealt with.
Just now--
they've insulted me, see?
I might be liable to flip this flimsy desk.
I might just walk outside and eat some dirt.
I might just distill my soul and fly to the pawn shop.
I might even get drunk and call my father.
Is today recycling day?
the empty beer cans became alive,
sucked me straight back into the bottle,
stole my wallet and knifed me,
cackling dark maniacal laughter,
dancing around in cute psychotic pattern,
creating even a greater mess on my computer desk,
which already had one,
obviously undealt with.
Just now--
they've insulted me, see?
I might be liable to flip this flimsy desk.
I might just walk outside and eat some dirt.
I might just distill my soul and fly to the pawn shop.
I might even get drunk and call my father.
Is today recycling day?
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