here are two wingdings poems. i'm not sure if the font is blogger-compatible. wait. yes. yes it is.
last night on a dancefloor
last night on a dancefloor
crowded with hoebags
illumined by disco balls
i tried to write a poem
on my cellphone
about hoebags
and disco balls
but accidently texted
some 917 number
'whobags' and 'discoballs'
i never know exactly what is wrong
i have deposited my hip
my stockings arouse disgust
and all my matter shifts
am i paralyzed, what kind of paralysis
like, will i die if i stay in this position
or should i maintain total flaccidity
daniel baily has posted a poem that i can relate to.
impose magazine recommends that you read some literature. big thanks to josh spilker.
