Random

this is the only half-decent poem I've ever written. The end changes every time I look at it, tho.

I threw my shit at a wall,
and it stuck.
So I made a career out of it.
Every day, 9 to 5, throwing shit at a wall.

Eventually, flies found the wall.
Their buzzing annoyed me at first,
but then I found a way to make them
part of my job.

For every hundred flies I managed to kill
by smothering with shit,
I got a cookie.

More time passed, and my wall became a hill.
The hill smelled so badly it attracted tourists.
"Gosh darn, Jim Bob,
ever seen something like this before?"
"Surely haven't, Sue Bob."

Now, the hill is becoming a mountain.
And I'm beginning to wonder,
how will this shit get cleaned up?


Dunno why, just felt like sharing.