Thursday, March 27, 2008

Digress


I can't believe I'm still reading those insane rhymes. I just got a little nostalgic...


3 comments:

  1. I can't believe it either
    maybe i need a mediator
    to come up in here and fix the heater
    because i can't be any homelier
    and i can't quite grasp the rhyme
    i've got lots and lots of time
    but nothing to do with my dull mind
    and in circumstance that i'm tried and alone
    has pushed me to the point of eating scones
    i'm lost in the world of skeleton bones
    dinosaurs and the like always in my sight
    i read more than i write
    and i can't really get over the midnight hour
    i fall asleep on the couch
    and retract every statement i vouch
    then i sit and ponder how i'm ever gonna make it
    sleep through alarms and ponder suicide
    even though it's never attracted me to try
    it must be a complex i have, but i'm afraid of waiting rooms
    and i'm scared of being brushed under the carpet with brooms
    i wish i could really make women swoon
    until then, its all a lie, afloat like a pontoon
    adrift at sea, and people pushing over minorities
    so a kiss and a hug for reading my sh*t
    quite honestly, i too, do miss it.


    ~i feel burned out.

    Still Love,
    Digress.

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  2. beautiful digress. and you can make the ladies swoon, just give them enough room. i hope there's still french on your windows when it fogs up...

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  3. maybe there is... maybe... i haven't checked of late.

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