Saturday, April 27, 2013


No wonder nobody gets me.
Even I have no idea when I’m
being serious and when I’m
just clowning around.

Losing a pound of ecstasy
in one weekend must be
critically severe, kind
of like a disco death.

I wouldn’t know, though.
What I do know is he’s
so ambitious.  He even
sews.  He doesn’t phone

her.  He doesn’t write.
But don’t forget, folks,
that’s what you get, folks
, for makin’ whoopie.