aishasashajohn:I wrote the following in a “poem” which not incidentally I titled so obnoxiously...

aishasashajohn:

I wrote the following in a “poem” which not incidentally I titled so obnoxiously long as to be the sort of title idiots describe as “cool.” The idiots are too easy (I set traps for them–stop me, I’m the idiot) so, anyway – what I’d written was this:

It’s true I don’t hardly know what’s going on

And can’t let that full fact go.

I’ve let my thoughts be detective work.

I have to have problems I suppose

To tenderize

My sweetness—

Or else I would have a very very hard sweetness.

Well today Election Monday I’m like fuck it – I don’t need to tenderize nuthin’. I HAVE NO PROBLEMS.

The sun is my father.

I am so goodlooking.

I’m wearing a really nice top.

A cheque is gonna come in the mail today.

Something happens and then other stuff happens.

I have a tablet, a Samsung tablet.

A man biked down the road whom I recognized as a server from the resto my mentor treats me to–she is so nice to him because she is so nice. Anyway, that guy has a secret. I can smell it.