Wednesday, February 23, 2011

IF MY BOSS WERE AN AMUSEMENT PARK

Met a prostitute at a party. There was no explanation for it.
She liked trivia, she liked everything if it had lapels.  
My saliva has lapels, and buttons, and a zipper, I think.
Her boss was an amusement park made vegetarian.
Vegetable horses and vegetable slides, but with digestive systems.
Groovy, yeah - a rubbery arm-twist is all it sometimes takes.

I once told God very sternly to look out. You trust without consent.
I put his answer in a frame: ‘Chupacabra breaks my heart.’
Now I can go home and think how.

1 comment:

  1. I love this one, Tyson. Now I too will have to think about how Chupacabra breaks God's heart.

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