my hand,
oh how nice to be a hand!
to sit and fly and twirl and fland!
to use a fork or pick a gadsand,
the hand can come apart and store nicely,
in a suitcase,
so i would stay in one of those suit cases with,
padding on the inside so,
that i wouldnt get bruised on a train,
or maybe on a boatride,
if i was going to travel much,
and rocks are smoother anyway,
well,
if you have the kind of money to afford them,
ASS!




the flower

(to be read while screaming)

THE EPHEMERAL BEAUTY OF THAT WHICH LIVES TODAY,
IT WILL SOON BE DUST,
FOR NO MORE THAN ANYONE CAN TURN BACK TIME,
WHAT RHYMES WITH TIME?
MOM LOOK A MIME,
SCREW IT....I QUIT.