Thursday, November 12, 2009

A poem for Schneller and Messer

Hm. I just finished my last beer
from your fridge. Yum.
I think my feet smell.
Yes, I'm quite sure of it.
I hope they don't stink up the place.
This is such a lovely place.
And i always mess it up.
But you two
even
it out.
I hope the carpet doesn't
smell like beer.
I hope I don't give you cancer
from all the fucking cigarettes
on your fire-escape.
This is such a lovely place.
And you two.

1 comment:

  1. it's okay, either way.
    a carpet's
    just a carpet.
    and that carpet
    only exists
    to cover up
    the other carpet.
    which had a lot more
    nasty
    in it's fibers
    than
    just
    your
    beer.
    and if I die of cancer
    well...
    thats far
    from
    YOUR
    fault.

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