I am the wurst son in the world
Jun. 11th, 2008 05:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dsrtaoHot dog! I am the wurst son in the world,
no more sensible than a salami.
The days of the week fly by
unnoticed
like the soyrizo at the back of my fridge.
As uncaring as Gimme Lean,
the months that should pinch off and twist
do not register on me.
O! My woe is a wilted bologna sandwich in the sun,
as I have forgotten my mother's birthday.
Kielbasa me now!
(Sorry, Mom. Happy belated birthday!)
no more sensible than a salami.
The days of the week fly by
unnoticed
like the soyrizo at the back of my fridge.
As uncaring as Gimme Lean,
the months that should pinch off and twist
do not register on me.
O! My woe is a wilted bologna sandwich in the sun,
as I have forgotten my mother's birthday.
Kielbasa me now!
(Sorry, Mom. Happy belated birthday!)
