I can't think of a title.

Once upon a time, God made two things that were wonderful. Those things, were Greenday and beads. Sometimes, very lucky girls would figure out, that when used together, it was the most wonderful thing on the earth. Sadly though, then the girls family (mostly their mothers and bitchy sisters) would return home, and they’d have to shut off the dear music, and pack up the sparkling beads. Why did they have to? Because the evil women didn’t like the music, and they said they needed the kitchen table clear so they could make super, but in the end they forced the girls to make super anyways so that sucked.

Today’s poems.

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Anna, why did you have to get pregnant?
Why does your husband have to be so awful?
Why does your lover have to be so good?
Do you ever wish you’d never sat by the Countess,
That day on the train?

Levin, why are you so wonderful?
How did you become this way?
Or were you born so wonderful?
Will you marry me?

Kitty, you’re a lucky brat.

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Ouch, damn.
Wow that’s creative.
No Lincoln, I don’t love Josh.
Wait, does he love me?
Wow, hes actually really attractive.
Hmmmmm.
No, screw it.
I’m too busy anyways.
That’s not funny at all Cam.
I know.
So beads are fun, I forgot.
Why the hell wasn’t I older in the ‘90s?
I feel so jipped.
Well, not like God jipped me, but someone probably did.
My parents maybe.
But actually maybe it was their parents,
Because they jipped me by not having my parents sooner,
So they could have me sooner,
Which makes it their fault.
Obviously.
Yes, I need to get working out again.
My stomach isn’t as flat as it was this summer.
And don’t even get me started on my upper legs,
And by that I do mean thighs.
I mean its not like I’m grotesque,
But I’m not hot either.
But eh, frump.
So math is from Satan, that’s all.

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Yeah, I suck. But hey, its my blog, my poems, my rules. And wow, I sounds like a spoiled brat. I really do love you all.