Day: July 23, 2009

my mom says i don’t toot… she says if i average a 9-10 on a scale of 1-10 it doesn’t qualify as a toot… its just straight up a fart. i think she’s wrong. i can toot if i want to. i can leave those farts behind. because those farts don’t fart and if they don’t fart well then, they’re no toots of mine

poetry

this milk makes me toot
and forces me to eat
yogurt on my cereal

a prospect just fine on paper
but so sour i’d prefer to toot

so i’m reintroducing
the bugs my body hates
slowly day by to day
to win the battle i lost so many
years ago

two weeks ago today,

poetry

the unbelievable happened,
surprising all who heard,
leaving only questioning thoughts
of the “what the fuck?” type,
along with tears,sighs,moans,groans…

two weeks ago minus a day,

enlightenment happened,
burying all who loved her
in a grave of information,
learning her history,
that most had never known,
bringing more tears,sighs,moans,groans…

two weeks ago today,

the inevitable happened
and she went away
for (her?) good,
leaving everything and everyone
behind and alone with tears,sighs,moans,groans…