A brief glimpse into the inner workings of my mind, as expressed through my poetry.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Paranoia
The spies who hate everyone
are still waiting for you, stupid.
They have dreadful eating habits,
and can't keep their hands off you.
A glass of wine would help now.
And you wonder why you've never noticed
that you're not getting any laughs.
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