Single Life

I'm a poet without a rhyme,

a prisoner doing no time.

A singer without a tune,

I'm a year with no monsoon.

I'm a sentence with no verb.

I'm a writer with no words.

A man who's got no soul,

(brutal truth be told)

I'm a dick without a hole.

Let Me Explain...

You see, all of my body parts decided to have an election. They wanted to decide who was the most important body part of all, on my body. At first, they decided to go the democratic way and actually have votes cast in favour. But since they were the only ones voting, they each ended up voting for themselves. (For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why they simply didn't make a rule where they couldn't cast their vote for themselves.) Anyhoo, they then decided to ask me. They told me I could take my time, but I had to choose. I thought and thought and pondered for a bit, but it's so hard to choose. They all seem so important, how could I choose? But I just had to. So I picked my nose.

Early morning

3:23 AM

Struggling to sleep. Why is it that I only think of how much of an asshole (dick?) I am right now? I don't just mean that selfishly in that I'm trying to sleep and imagining how big an asshole (dick?) I am keeps me from sleeping. But also in that I should realise such a thing when I'm actually busy being an asshole (dick?). So I can actually do something about it.

But no, I gotta think of this right now, when I'm really trying to sleep. So I can wake up early tomorrow and wish my love the best for her test. I hope I don't get up late.

On a side note, anyone planning to visit KGAF?

3:27 AM

(P.S.: Don't trust what Blogger says. It's 3:28 now.)