Monday, 26 April 2010

pick me up

Real life has never been so good, I swear,
an ice pick embedded in my skull like a flag
on the moon. Raped, beaten, and
wanted by the mafia, a psychic camel said

sister, he's no good for you, go get-em,
lose the twenty pounds of flab clinging to your
handles. Your mother's reincarnated
as a Vespa and voodoo is cancer's next cure.

Remember, snagged nails can be filed on a matchbox
if you have no emery to hand. Just like
real life, hangnails are a bitch.

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