Wrote this last night, as I imagined some guy shooting down my window. But really, it was just a cat.
You scare me Ypsilanti.
Daytime you are a lover, but at night you show your fangs.
I wake up and ask what kind of dumbass steals trash cans --
while you sheath your knife, and smile like a house wife.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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4 comments:
Ooooo, i read it. Do i get a prize?
Yes. Yes you do.
what prize do i get?
I can't tell you just now. But when you get it, you'll know it.
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