[Before the whole cookie crumbles]
and the days feel like they are getting shorter,
and shorter
the light is dimming,
and the shadows
grow longer,
spreading
until it becomes the night
Turning down noble prizes like Jean Paul Sartre
The Christmas card
my mother gave me-
was
blank with the exception of my name
Had I been even slightly better lookin
I would have ended up
listenin to Hip Hop and learning Tagalog
I can not fly, without you,
but
refuse to fall
by myself
[Thought I'd expand my horizons-
I'd never dated a Persian girl before.]
You held on
and now sing this song
about how everything went wrong.
sing about the grief
but oh the relief
such relief
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