Monday, February 8, 2010

A Poem 4 my bad waitress

for watching me put ketchup on my cornchips,
eat a burger in 2 minutes,
drink 3 beers by myself,
steal condiments,
oogle str8 guys in the booths,
& in the kitchen
(if I ever fuck in the bathroom,
I promise to clean up
my messes)

Without judgement.

Your aloof
Oh so fashionable dis
interest is the promise
of a new America

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