Sitting there being constipated is Like keeping a caterpillar caught in vice grip, Like trying to push a quarter through a wall of concrete, Like trying to fire a gun without a trigger, Like trying to keep 5 gallons of fluid in a leather canteen,...
A couple of weeks ago, I was reading through a book of photography by Marc Riboud. When I came across the image you see here, it inspired such a story, I had to write it down at once. Enjoy.
Oh polka dot socks
So funky fresh
So purple pink and blue...
Brought to you by the 6 year old brat in the Vancouver public library screaming and yelling for no apparent reason
This poem was brought to you by the bad habits of Peter