hilarious, still

even when things are serious and things are so sucko and people are such scummos and d-bags, and even though i'm exhausted, i think i can be pretty hilarious. just sayin'...

i wrote a poem last night on mercy's myspace comments. it's called "another day, another douchebag." here it is.

tonight the thought of your face made me vomit.
literally, there was barf.
it tasted like coke.
you tasted like a sleaze.
hanging over the toilet, i hoped it would hurry the fuck up.
i needed to get back to the real matters at hand;
my awesome self
and three items from taco bell.