Sarcophagus Entry
intro to Obligatory Viewpoint
of which no tokens
were earned
that last game of
Skeeball.
Instead I chose,
ring-toss
and waited for some
asshole to bloom
flowery Triad-Roses
and he thought this meant I was the one
to think he was the one
for Me-mimimi-ME?
For that,
I choose no regrets,
and enhance subtle nourishment into
Lovely Afterthought
that has no conveys of Honesty
but rather
purth-ful pitiful volleys
where change
rang-a-dang-dangs
and I Love Myself
like a new person tomorrow
and act as Reformed-Empathetic-Individual
into knowing
Yes, I work too hard.
Yes, I am sneaking and avoiding calling back
for an unequivocally
healthy time
of Pitiful
Patience, Temperance, and Will-ford-withstanding
to understand
You bounced the wrong sticky-ball sunny boi
and I’m coming for you.
You don’t want to get groceries,
you want to make money –
-for more groceries.
For this point exactly, there is love-on-the-homestead and I wait for the gopher pony to fuck me next christmas and spring and maybe by then
I’ll be divorced, humbly,…
and, again.
Not legally no, we work for something other than that.
And together!
Sort-of.
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