I've only been drunk
once this semester, and this destresses me. One of these nights I'm gonna drink and have a one man party (not a term for masturbation. Who needs to be drunk to do that?). I think I'm gonna drink and then write poetry until I'm sober. Here's a poem I just wrote about five minutes ago.
If Dr. Seuss and Gertrude Stein had an atheist baby that grew up to be a poet that could never get past the first line...
God is a dog is a frog on a log is a frog on a dog log
I'm just kidding. That's hardly a poem. It's more of a punchline that only has the chance of being funny to people who've read Gertrude Stein's poetry.
Just between me and you, internet, I'm not a fan of Gertrude Stein. I am, however, a fan of the Decemberists, and I just managed to pick up (wink) their new cd. It's pretty good so far. I'd recommend it.


1 Comments:
so if one were to attempt to "pick up" the crane wife in the same manner as you, how would they go about doing that?
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