Friday night,
wearing my L.A. Rams windbreaker and slippers,
eating chips and cheese, listening to Grace Chang,
is this what it's come to?
I had a poem, 或者一个主意的一首,
Where did it go?
Did it come, or did it go?
How did it go again?
I'm like a tube of old toothpaste.
You won't even me use me, and spit me out,
you just throw me away.
Friday, September 30, 2011
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