therapy

Crude and ridiculous as what you are about to read might seem, I am very proud. These are poems I composed aloud, without really thinking at all, just to have fun and make myself feel better. Luckily, Tyler had the foresight to write them down as I was saying them. Because I think they are pretty fucking hilarious. At least I do now. Maybe when I've gotten some sleep that won't apply any more.

But, what the hell?

Enjoy, bitches.

"shaw"
I watch the wind flutter
flit flit like butter
under my shutter
im baking with butter
hot buttered bread
bread and jam
that’s who I am
sam.

"lavander ty"
tyler is the path straight to my uterus
when he looks down the road, his eyes see straight through to us
oh if only you knew the eyes of his blue
the pink of his pink
the soft of his soft
the cough of his cough
and when he whines he really whines
and when he sighs he really sighs
and when he dies he really dies

"how things are"
tyler is the jester in my court
making him cry is such good sport
his tears are perfect round and fat
just like that giant fat vat on his back
(a.k.a. his butt)
he’s a slut
he can’t stop playing with his balls
that is why Niagara falls

"traffic in tokyo"
tyler really likes to poop
I wonder if he can make a loop
a loop of poop
on the stoop
in the soup
for the troops
through some hoops
tyler’s poop just flew the coop

"party time"
tyler yawns like a gaping cavern yawns
like a gaping cavern yawns with bats
bats in hats
bats in party hats
party hats and icesicles
sucking on their popsicles
cutting cakes in halfsicles
tyler has ankles

"grandma's anthem"
over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go
but grandma’s a stinkin’ hoe
we’ll string her up by her pantyhose
and hang her out with the mistletoe
out in the frigid whipping snow
cause ho ho ho, who wouldn’t know?
grandma’s a fucking hoe
she fucked santa, big and red in his big ol’ suit
she turned the Christmas carols down to mute
she told him he was awful cute
then her cooch consumed him whole
and now the silver bells will always toll
for santa
so tell me are you surprised to hear
that before the end of that fateful year
grandma got run over by a reindeer?

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I know what you're going to say... I'm an immature bitch.

Well...

Suck it, whores. SUCK IT!

Always,
Mei