my best friend left me and broke my heart years ago.
i had a slight nervous breakdown.
she’s reconnected and i don’t know what to say
she said she’d read my blog.
she broke my heart.
but this was one of her favorite poems….
I’m drowning in a sea of skulls
While Adam’s ameoba looks
for that lost rib.
Am I missing one too?
Not unless I want to be a pop
star with a smaller waist.
Maybe I should sit up 200 times
a day, but I might get bed sores.
Besides, there must be enough
room for people to live inside of
my body and suckle at my udders
while my ass becomes roast for
Oprah’s Texas cattlemen. Yee Haa!