I may be alone in my room,
eating a Lean Pocket
Listening to Japanese music
and burning CDs for my Mom
But I have strange things to wake up to,
Boggling of the mind
The charm of the green
And my lady
The other green
Likely partner
Accompany
And be happy
Disagreement
Resolve for it all
Stay pretty
Get dirty
It was like a party atmosphere, generated by eight people.
I absolutely love this poem, it is phenomenal