fill in the blank because
i’m unbankable. unless
you count, play-doh, duh!
so off we go to the shark
tank, where i’ve got a
bunch of fresh ideas.
like ponzi schemes
and cracking safes.
once i thought i
was funny. i
was brushing
my teeth. some
where between my
ears i heard a loud
comment and the
toothpaste fell from
the sink onto the rat-
infested floor. this
portion of the page
you’re currently
reading of the
book of my
life is brought
to you by crest.
the moral of the
oreo is that i’m not
funny after all. never
was. or maybe i was
but now i wasn’t. who’s
to say? a whole bunch
of empty space,
that’s boo hoo.
