It’s another morning that lasts a week
and I’ve yet to breakfast. The new year
is full of lost elves and I’m Mrs. Claus?
I’m having Hulu for lunch, watching the
rapture on American Dad. Negotiate
6-year old handwriting. Is this really
I’m fuck. Just really Santa hate it?
Omit this memory altogether.
Upload proper zipping and
forget the bank to boot.
What’s best for a concussion,
a splinter or a splint?
