The Sound Of $#*! Hitting The Fan In A Dirty Little Apartment In Queens Poem by Katz Haus
The Sound Of $#*! Hitting The Fan In A Dirty Little Apartment In Queens
I’ve given up, you said
I need a plan.
What plan? I asked
I have pills, you said.
Pills don’t work!
And besides, pills are for girls, I said.
I’m eyeing a knife
In the kitchen, you said.
Way too messy, I said.
I don’t suppose there’s a guillotine nearby? you asked.
A guillotine? Hah!
Gallows humor! I said.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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