Arguably Difficult Business To Conduct On Holiday
By XII
Hard gravy crystallizes on the plate
Chatter with Dr. Morisson has ceased
He seemed flighty and not good enough
Just another literate beard
Molesting our peace of mind
Mom's tight dress brings desert
I hate his chocolate cake fake face
His tie is piss yellow
in my father's chair, father's grave
It is apparent that sacredness is not
The hard gravy cracks slowly
Under the weight of hard, sterling silver
My fork grinds slowly
Towards silent dinner justice
The finale is a loud, scraping sound
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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