backyard crowing
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coffee - might be my question poem for my poetry class
I was chewing the fat with my comrade the other day when
a girl from whom I always have the pleasure of a damn near frigid shoulder
asks,
"Why don't you drink coffee?"
which leads me to ponder,
why don't you snort coke?
why don't you down X?
why don't you jump off a high bridge, old crony
it has the same effect.
cheerio!
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in high school, every oddity demands a reason, and ridicule runs rampant.
12:19 am - Wednesday, Feb. 14, 2007
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