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Author: Matt

  • Butt-dialed

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    As I took my noon-time slumber,I accident’ly called your number.As I turned, and shook, and riled,My top 3 peeps were all butt-dialed.

  • I would be

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    I would be your pillow,Easing you blissfully into slumber,Caressing your cheek and sharing your dreams.           But I’m just a rock.  I would be the long grass,Tickling your feet as you sit in the sun,Brushing away your pain and your sorrows.           But I’m just a bramble.  I would be a fire,Crackling and glowing and lighting your way,Bringing warmth…

  • Dreams

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    I’m tired and fighting the mindlessness of slumber where thoughts are forgotten by morning.Awake     I dream          of you. Fuck sleep.

  • Thoughts

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    Sometimes I sit     and think          of things I shouldn’t,Other times I stand. I’m an awful person. 

  • Happy birthday, Angie

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    I’m sorry folks, I missed my chanceTo move my limbs a bit –But sadly, I, just cannot danceOr prance and wiggle it. Instead I stuck to making art –Some doodles that were SICK.Two cards for Angie from my heart –Each had a hairy dick.

  • Retribution

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    Cubbie sat upon the table,Though her masters both were able,Of course they failed to grab the scoop. Her dish half empty sat alone,And neither meow, nor purr, nor moan,Would bring her people in “the loop.” With shattered will she slunk aside,Into the kitchen – not to hide,But hunker down and then regroup. Though hungered pleas…