so I’m up,

I’m down,

I’m left

I’m right

I’m slant ways

and side ways

and front ways

and back ways

and bend ways

and lend ways

and friend ways

and mend ways

so today

i went to play

caught some tad polls

put em in the pool oh

  ate some shrimp and food yo

i watched cujo

doc caught the flu man

i can say i don’t plan

on staying much longer

i hate this fucking town

and the heat and the somber

relations with random passers by

who jog about in their own lives

as i stare out my first story second bedroom to the right

pick a fight

shut the door

such a fright

where’s the door

you want more?

what to do?

did you say shore?

what’s with you??

I’ve got no more

but the flu

what to do, what to do

what to say

where to be

what to play

 what to see

 where to ride

what to hide

what to flow

what to show

where to go, where to go

i don’t know, i don’t know!

but i know, that you know,

that i know, that you know,

  that i

really dig eating pie

with a fly

and some Rye

bread on tie

on call

on my poster ridden walls

coaster ridden tables

syrups of maple

with a staple

clipping paper to each other

singing songs

about my brother

being bored and something other

blah blah mother

blah blah wonder?

what to do, what to do

where to be

what to see

where to go

what to show

when to write

what to fight

when to free

why is it me

what to lie

where’s the pie

where’s the pie! pie! pie!

FIN