Sometimes
I have my hand
elbow deep
in a bag of Cheetos
and wonder
Am I a good poet?
I could explore
the mysteries of being
or the depths of the soul
but then I lick my fingers
and think
Goddamn!
Jalapeno cheese
is way better than flamin' hot!
Fuck you Lord Byron
© 2009 Lee Kitzis
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2 comments:
Damn straight! I hate the Lord!
i couldn't get past the first stanza without fixating on cheetos.
the puffy kind. the other ones are just trashy.
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