So tonight I'm having dinner with the folks...'tis time to tell them about Dana and I moving in together. I'm vibing with God, so we're cool, but shit, not the way my parents do. So I'm pretty sure that the money they are giving me to help out for food and rent will completely disappear. Fuck. So I'm going to compose a poem!
*ehem*
Ominous clouds above me,
Trembling ground below.
The world might end,
And now I let my fear show.
I sing you a song,
A long awaited, inevitable goodbye.
Waving to the hard times to come,
Like selling my clothes just to make the rent.
Alas! This is my unavoidable fate;
I must go do that which I will forever hate,
And shuffle to work, no longer free,
With no more soft hands to masturbate.
A job is now in order,
but Oh me! Oh my!
The unnatural activity, the sorrow and tears,
Oh the pain it will create!
Good-bye riches and free money.
Though undeserved so-
400 dollars will laugh at me from safety of distance,
mocking the lightness of my wallet.
So that's my poem, I hope you liked its lack of creativity and absolute abnoxiousness.
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