Toast

I want to write a poem about the texture of toast. I really like it.

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You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

Why dont you ask yourself

Sometime
the thing that you are
so sure of, is it
a bullshit question
a dumn dumn stupiid
idea not a real thing
not even one thing
that u should act on
you know?

knobs

I'm well aware
of my stupidity
yet I proceed
morbidly

A new poem

I hope that when everyone reads Eric's poem they think it was by me. I did, thought maybe I typed it drunk one night...

I think I want wine.

I want this more for me, my body is mine.

So don't judge me.

Beer is not as good, at least for now.

Shut up, let me be!

Something else that rhymes with now.

there is a poem in some sort of rhyming scheme that I probably would have tried to do in high school, with this same result.

my life: a bunch of mistakes