Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Ceiling Poem

Ceilings watch me
Intently
For hours
Disgusting perverts
Shelter me as I masturbate
And it snows outside
Talk to me in my sleep
Tell me to walk to Florida
And elope with the first foreign house maid I see
Ceilings are fucking diabolical
Ceilings depress me
They don't have enough color
Or too much
They look at me and say
"You are fucked"
I scratch paint off of ceilings
To free the paint from their depressing lives
I am not going to look at my ceiling
It will consume me
It is politics
Politics are evil

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