Poetry, but as the title suggests; stuff not necessarily considered "great".
The lovely sonnet your ex wrote you, those adorable nuggets from grade school, the teen angst which may have garnered acclaim in high school; only to earn you dismissive chuckles in undergrad.
— It now has a home.
The lovely sonnet your ex wrote you, those adorable nuggets from grade school, the teen angst which may have garnered acclaim in high school; only to earn you dismissive chuckles in undergrad.
— It now has a home.
November 18, 2010
April 10, 2010
I Don’t Have Time, a poem
I don’t have time
to update this shit.
I’m working on
too many projects
to restart this bitch.
Maybe later tonight,
when I’m not at my desk.
Then I’ll restart this machine
and hope for the best.
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