Dear Bone,
I know that
this seems like I'm pouting
for another loss
And it is
more than fair for you
to think that
But I promise
I've been doing the poem
a day thing
and that has
taken the total of my
daily word allotment
it has absolutlely
nothing to do with the
fact that I
have not drawn
one single mother fucking consonent
or that I
have lost the
last six stupid mother fucking
games we've played
it's the poem
thing, the daily poem thing
well documented here
So I hope
that you will accept my
most sincere apologies
and seriously I'm
NOT POUTING! I've grown since
the last time.
Fine, be that
way then. I really tried.
You read it.
There is no
pleasing some people. Always jumping
to wrong conclusions.
So...sorry...okay?
Just you wait mister, May
First...you're toast.
heidi
written 4/29/14 for my friend,
Bone and for
I have been a very negligent WWF buddy this month. I hope Bone will forgive me. You would, right? Come on, a multiple Collum Lune apology? Of course you would.