A Smokey Mountain Christmas
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Eating sandwiches the true way.
Win Herry met sallli.
Bell pepper paranoia.
Holy afro teen with foreshadowing of fog and monumental found objects.
I wish I wasn't so poor and I wish I had a car so I can go to Applebees every wednesday by myself and sit at the bar and feel strange.
redemption retardation reliability rehab.
Pineapple.
I wish it was Christmas right now (May 2nd 2024.)
Now this poem is aged and ruined.
And I'm suffering from small penis disease go fuck all of yourselves.
Everyone sucks. Happy new year and fuck summer and fuck sand.
All I wanna do is have a picnic inside and watch The Sandlot and maybe Rookie Of The Year.
The rest of world will come to my kitchen window.