I was poking through some old files on my external hard drive and found the (for lack of a better word) poem below. I think I wrote it, or maybe not. Maybe it was generated by some online thing that I entered some text into. I don't know. But however it was written, I thought I would share its spectacular awfulness with the world.
my toenails ache
with the thoughts of a thousand
salads I see
meat upon meat
I stand above your grandma
licking the air with glee
the cinderblocks explode
and we are at play
many tired orphans wound us
as the parade melts away
my balls hurt, grandma
take my nub
I walk in the bean patch
stuffing the chub
OK, back to being on hiatus. And what am I doing on hiatus? I'm stuffing the chub mostly.
