Congrats, you're moderately competent.

It's your lucky day, I'm going to write some uninspired poetry. And you better read it, 'cause if you don't then you're racist. You can't run the risk of being called racist again, not after what happened at Martha's dinner party.

Jack'o'Rabbit
Pumpkins and rabbits are not friendsbecause
if a pumpkin was furry
carving its exterior
and spilling out orange guts
would be wrong
but nobody cares
about
rabbits, so it's okay
to carve them and
put a candle
where there heart would be
happy easter.

Dumpling pie
I don't
know why
 there isn't
a market for dumpling pie
I would
 buy dumpling pie
if I had the chance
or maybe I
just want the freedom
that comes when I
decide I want to
buy
dumpling pie.


Red rocks and thumbtacks
don't be stupid
of course you like
the sea after storm
grow a brain,
then you could produce
an original idea
or 12
no pressure.

Fly
There once was a man who
knew how
to fly a kite
but he never tried until
he was 78 and he
realized he didn't
know how
to fly a kite

Shush up
If you don't stop
buzzing
and buzzing
and humming
and buzzing
I'm going to
kill you
if the lamp doesn't
first, you stupid
tiny moth.



The nature of my being is
to not only watch
but understand
with that comes
determination
and obsession
which stems questionable
tactics of the method
that gets the job done
with little to
no casualties
don't call me
jessica
my name is
not jessica

Think about it
If I wanted to tell
someone I
hated them
I would tell you
first, because
that's how much
you mean to me


Sometimes I think about life if my left thumb was missing. Life would be harder. I take for granted the need for my left thumb. How would I hold mugs with my left hand? Or tear duct tape? How would I pick up a cat without it sliding down my forearms?
What would life be like if I couldn't pick up my cat? I would become depressed. There is no point to living my life if I can't pick up my cat. I could pet the cat still, sure, but I could do that still if I was missing my whole hand. When you actually extend your arms forward and pick the cat up, under its arm things, that's when you are truly becoming one with your cat. If you don't become one with your cat, you might as well have a dog. You soulless beast. Go live in a mansion in Virginia with your 6 German Shepherds and your LACK OF THUMB. You won't need it if you son't have a cat, and if you don't have  a cat, you might as well cease to exist.
So, yeah, life would be pretty damn shitty if I didn't have my left thumb. I've never cherished a digit as much as I do know when I think about not being able to hold my cat.
Because my cat is my pimp, and I would die without holding my pimp.