Some Life

March 26, 2010
I was a child with a small cry
My was not this kind of guy
I would eat fruit
He would eat meat
And now we are vegetarians

I enjoy the spicy food
I can’t tell his preference
With our sushi he beheads the peppers
I distribute the green jalapeños
On my now spicy pizza

I enjoy the week
But more the end
I get some
In late nights

A game called words
Is what I do play
Its like scrabble
But more gay

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