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.