so she can't lift the water
to make coffee,
but Lauren's poly boyfriend
came downstairs and helped
for the Bayside soundtrack win!
Haughty one minute, mischievous the next,
I am about to consume
Chick-Fil-A for breakfast,
so maybe I will choke to death.
and never finish this poem.
As a robot retweets me,
I am left wondering my purpose
in this weird wide world,
and the future bites me;
the present is a vampire,
while the past is a dull pencil.