Choice+Poems

I. The fluorescent green moth Flew at a funny angle And underneath a cloth It got caught in a tangle

II. Dear future self How's life, you grown-up? Are you where I think you are? Or perhaps somewhere I'd never dream Do you still write? Draw? Sing? Of course you do, you're me How was college, you grown up thing? Married yet, you romantic? Whatever may be the case, Self Make sure you're happy

II. My name is Elaine I'm seven foot three I have the posture of a crippled giraffe And I'm one ugly swearword Eyes as green as grass And skin the color of a burnt waffle I hate people, have zero friends And music is the pinnacle of all things horrid Sports are my passion I excel at ALL of them And I looooooooooove the Twilight series Video games are for the devil The color pink is the center-point from which my being IS And I want to be a garbage man