Friday, October 1, 2010

I just want a huge slab of Camembert on my lap right now.

Long gone are the times we made dry
jokes at expense of peers for
mispronouncing brie.

Inward dehydration,
yet outward it remains so supple;
I think I may have a whole new favorite cheese.

Our humor no longer has to be at expense of some lame other.
Now we just laugh for the sake of laughing itself.
This Sake of Laughing is

quite unlike the Sake of Murder, but close.
Everybody says to you, in that state, "Kill them. Kill them all."
You go back to how when you were a baby you could just make them all play dead.

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