i have stoped all home work,
i don't know who i'm tryin to fool, i came home, watched the simpsons, "started homework", made 3 different bake goods for the sale tomarrow, made dinner, watched scrubs... i've never seen it before, then i cleaned the kitchen and now i'm still not doing my homework. theres an examne tomarrow and i have a presentation... aw fukit, it seems public college allows for the minimal amount of work required to still be acceptable.
i know i'm a really bad person....because...
if you see a blind person is it wrong to stare, i've asked this question before because, lets face it i have no sense of morality. also i do get some pleasure out of taking those cats my roomate collects to the shelter. and i'm not above yelling at kids i don't know and then telling them i'm gonna find out who their mom is.
i think the sun is gone it's been relocated in a witness protection plan.... its hard to be funny with no sunshine...
that made me think of a poem i once heard. its from my favorite book of poetry by derrick c. brown, I'm Easier Said Than Done.
Captain Creams
I am a stripper with no arms.
I hade fake arms but as everyone knows
strippers don't like fake stuff.
I tried the pole thing and almost waxed myself.
They built me a handicapped ramp. I am not sure why.
Happiness is a dollar bill.
True happiness though,
is a five dollar bill and they are waving it in my face.
I try to point at them to put their happiness in my underware
but pointing is hard.
People pay alot of happiness for these expensive drinks and dances.
Sometimes the dollar bills have retractable strings attached to them.
Man, thats funny.
Except for the paper cuts.
Sometimes the 'g' string is empty
and my sense of smell is gregariously acute.
You know how when you lose your sight you get better hearing?
Same thing.
I just sit around
and smell the other girls' happiness backstage.
The other strippers hug me goodnight and I just stand there and lean a little, doing my best.
I make a little "humph" sound.
I say, "Can I have some of your happiness?
You girls were given a lot."
They say, "no one cna give you happiness. You have to earn it, and that means shakin' your naked little ass a whole bunch."
Some wave goodbye and I always say,
"Smart ass."
i don't know who i'm tryin to fool, i came home, watched the simpsons, "started homework", made 3 different bake goods for the sale tomarrow, made dinner, watched scrubs... i've never seen it before, then i cleaned the kitchen and now i'm still not doing my homework. theres an examne tomarrow and i have a presentation... aw fukit, it seems public college allows for the minimal amount of work required to still be acceptable.
i know i'm a really bad person....because...
if you see a blind person is it wrong to stare, i've asked this question before because, lets face it i have no sense of morality. also i do get some pleasure out of taking those cats my roomate collects to the shelter. and i'm not above yelling at kids i don't know and then telling them i'm gonna find out who their mom is.
i think the sun is gone it's been relocated in a witness protection plan.... its hard to be funny with no sunshine...
that made me think of a poem i once heard. its from my favorite book of poetry by derrick c. brown, I'm Easier Said Than Done.
Captain Creams
I am a stripper with no arms.
I hade fake arms but as everyone knows
strippers don't like fake stuff.
I tried the pole thing and almost waxed myself.
They built me a handicapped ramp. I am not sure why.
Happiness is a dollar bill.
True happiness though,
is a five dollar bill and they are waving it in my face.
I try to point at them to put their happiness in my underware
but pointing is hard.
People pay alot of happiness for these expensive drinks and dances.
Sometimes the dollar bills have retractable strings attached to them.
Man, thats funny.
Except for the paper cuts.
Sometimes the 'g' string is empty
and my sense of smell is gregariously acute.
You know how when you lose your sight you get better hearing?
Same thing.
I just sit around
and smell the other girls' happiness backstage.
The other strippers hug me goodnight and I just stand there and lean a little, doing my best.
I make a little "humph" sound.
I say, "Can I have some of your happiness?
You girls were given a lot."
They say, "no one cna give you happiness. You have to earn it, and that means shakin' your naked little ass a whole bunch."
Some wave goodbye and I always say,
"Smart ass."
Man, thats funny."
ahh, strippers, how they make me laugh.
i'm sure there's a deep, meaningful...meaning somewhere that i'm missing, but...
LOL
Strippers.
Staring at blind people isnt mean.
if you poked em in their eye, that'd be mean.
or pantsed em or something.
that's mean.
err...
i got nothing.