[I just pulled an all-nighter for a take-home exam, and then I had to write a sonnet for poetry class. I said "Fuck it it's 6:30 am and I'm too tired for this shit." This is the result.]
Of course I get the only fucking screen
that’s broken. God dammit! Fine. I did not
want to see your cheap Hollywood brain rot
anyway. Except now I’m stuck between
A walrus and a public nose-picker.
Yep, just keep digging. It’s not like I’m not—
Oh GOD he ate it! Gross. Just when I thought
it couldn’t get worse. Hey you, seat kicker!
Yeah you. Yeah, your son. Watch your child for Christ’s
sake! You shouldn’t have been allowed to breed.
There should be a law for that. God, I need
a stiff drink. Where’s the lady? I’ve buzzed twice!
I can’t wait to get to get off this thing and grab
a REAL lunch. Then it’s work. Augh! I hate cabs!
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2 comments:
Bahahaah omg yes I thoroughly enjoyed this :D and props on actually rhyming and getting a meter going at 6:30 am....I can't even do that on the best of days! I love the transition of "Except now I'm stuck between / A walrus and a public nose-picker". ^ ^
Also the title is brilliant.
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