sh-t, i think i'm supposed to be smilingMature

"I'll be good , I'll be good, and I'll love the world, like I should."
- Jaymes Young

because I've always wanted
to go to a French-speaking university
and get a cat

or maybe a bearded dragon
(that's a thing, you know)

but that's not what I'm supposed to do, 
so I'll smile with a brittle edge and 
line my thoughts with stalagmites to catch what falls

creep under the bed 
watch for chicken-legged houses,

Baba Yaga's coming for you

honey don't hide from Tommy Rawhead
he gets everyone in the end
in the e-end

Nain Rouge, 
red eyes and a nasty disposition,
run the river burgundy with blood

it's like pencils serve a purpose to 
draw blood from fingertips-

but no, I'll go write a plot or two,
do as i should, 
speak french and be nice and smile

'HONEY YOU'D BE MUCH PRETTIER IF YOU SMILED'

WELL FUCK YOU TOO

'THAT'S NOT NICE LANGUAGE, IS IT?'

I'M NOT A NICE PERSON, SO IT'S QUITE FITTING, I ASSURE YOU

'YOU COULD AT LEAST TRY, COULDN'T YOU?'

NO, NO I COULDN'T.

so i'll sit here and curse the birds
as they flit and flutter
and call their little shitty heads off

i'm not feeling very nice-tempered right now

and when will anyone realize

that i'm not a nice person
and i don't want to be one.

The End

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