Treasure Island

Justin Tang


Poem


i'm going to read my poem now
i hope i don't bore you
even i was starting to fall asleep while writing it
i don't want to bore you
and i hope you don't start
counting the dots in the ceiling

now that i mention it
that does make me curious
we could all work together...

so yea
anyways
o god
o god i'm so nervous
God kill me now
make it so they're all
in their underwear

especially that beautiful woman
over there,
who is either pitying me
or enjoying my stupid humor
especially her,
so that i am so awed at her beauty
that i have a heart attack
and die with a stupid grin on me

Submitted: Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011
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