“What is it that you want exactly?”
“Well.... Number one, you must be able to
compose and nurture high-perfuming teams.”
Number two, “I weighed in this morning at 161.”
A new low for a new millennium.
And at Wal-Mart there’s a new dress code
of blue polo shirts and khakis while destroying police stations.
They just finished off an entire
what state am I in. With two helpings of
who wants to report the news anyway.
So, like, then he keyed in a top-notch response,
shipped it off electronically to England.
I can’t write poetry no more.
Oprah is constantly on diets.
Black telephone. Spelt my name with it.
