Peg board genius
Year of the rat
will you know forget-me-nots?
use socks to battle chicken pox?
preteens, preteens, not to sound preachy, but your imaginations may get squeeky
after years and years of indoor screenings
when machines are keeping old hearts beating
no use street sweeping, all the pavements seeping
with the last 20 years of oil streaking
the South made their AC units start heating
because the poles switched roles and now birds dig holes and moles no longer live under our soles, but fell up into the sky, got hit by planes and died.
no one will read Dr. Seuss, it’ll be no use since our language is being reduced
and what we used to admire and seek to acquire will turn to dust like when sun hits vampire
i’m really an optimist, i promise, but it’s been 23 years since i started to exist and ever since honestly the world’s made me wince.
i try to keep it surreal and brush life off like it’s no big deal, but if stuff’s not heavy there’s no reason for livin, if all you can offer is wrapped up in plastic and mixed with fake sugar
now that i’m on it, i could go for a big gulp, and indulge in my vices while the soda burns my gingivitis