i have written poetry in the past days. it is the only way i know to release my sorrow and anguish.
fly home, bird.
fly home, bird.
here you will not be heard.
for my girlfriend baguette is mean
and she is vicious
and she is a liar
and she is evil.
twinkling moonlight
twinkling moonlight oh so bright
when you gaze upon me i feel fright
knowing that one day i shall die
and perhaps die alone
with no one but myself in a cold stone grave.
the importance of being ernest 