Charlene.

I tried to write a poem. I swear I’m not high, I just felt high.

By Charlene Papas?

You and reality

Just don’t go together

There’s no way for you and me

To be meant for each other

And also, just so you know,

I’m starting to think

That poems that rhyme, like how this one goes?

They stink.

That first verse up there?

It sucks so bad I could cry

I mean, who could bare

The whole gayness of it god self please just die.

I love pie.