…you could’ve taken a pen
yeah, regret it.
i hear the author intended a champion
employees clad in Holly, Michigan
might slip in a Pilgrim and looking to Google
I go to THE extra threat.
I go to find something along now.
Nothing gets done around you.
I was an envelope sitting on the definitions in my life.
First hour’s courtesy of childhood.
Deal with a tube of toothpaste onto the floor.
oh you wanna fight about it
Is it customary to round up
the fact that I can make it
a slice of being a cheap bastard
Because I’m either at work or in a HUGE SALE today.
Still examining my existence
probably on accident.
I used that app that takes your Facebook statuses and combines them into new ones to work out each line of this poem. I didn’t use the whole status combination for each line, just bits that I found either oddly interesting or needlessly overwrought. The title of this post was every song I was listening to on Spotify that had four or more words in their titles. I used the fourth word of each song’s title until I felt like I wasn’t making any sense. It’s kind of funny I actually had to deliberately remind myself to spew nonsense.