Its Christmas and I don’t know what to wear.
My friends recommend the tight green sweater
The one with bells on
As a tribute to Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.
I starred in my own silent film earlier this week
I starred in my own film, the director
Was a mess who did not understand my artistic intentions
But I starred in my own film this week
My diary is chock full of failed suicide prescriptions
And masturbatory fantasies, the Chinese food arrives
Earlier this afternoon. She understands me now
She loves me for who I am, I shall replenish us all with the
Grandest opportunity known to man. Never stop
Believing. Always believe in the truth
Because you never know what you are
Going to get. Life is unpredictable
In that aspect, it keeps going even after you
Die. Trust me, we are not the vital figures
We say or think we are. This is hard to gr-
Asp I know, but your sanctity can depend on
It this thing known as love. I am introducing
Or better yet, reintroducing an older concept.
I like this one better than the last one
This one has more umpfh! To it I believe
In this cause, can’t you tell? And I will not rest
Unlike you, unlike him, unlike her,
I will never rest until a victory is made
A victory worthwhile, worth the time spent
For an extra line or an abrupt pause.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This does not make sense at all.