Knee
deep in shit.
Knee
deep in your shit.
And
trust me I have plenty of my own.
I
am a rodeo clown.
I
am a broken toy from the Island of Misfit Toys.
I
don’t trust Caitlyn Jenner.
You
know what they say about too many poets in the kitchen.
The
water never boils and Chicken Soup for the Soul is just another poor excuse to
self-medicate and then blame someone else for your troubles and woes.
I
heard that lonesome whistle blow then I got on that train because moving is
always better than standing still especially when you have nothing left to say.
Knee
deep in callus reminders of you and your intolerance toward people who wear
white after Labor Day.
I’m
so pissed off, but I guess that’s better than being pissed on. Golden showers have
never made any sense to me. I mean it’s bad enough when you soil yourself. Why
would you want someone else to soil you?
Makes
perfect sense that Adolf liked Eva to shit on his chest. He deserved to be
treated like a toilet and deep down in his Black Forest heart he knew it.
Charles Cicirella
10/1/15
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