Monday, August 6, 2007

There Shall Be Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth

He said that, the title, I mean.
The company needs room.
I've stumbled in from Atlantis,
Obsessed with hells, power,
WASPy blonds,
But now it's time to tie the shoes
By the lamp
Stand on my head,
While running atop yogurt.

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