Untitled (“Should I bring comparison…”)
Should i bring comparison between you and the satisfaction of being trampled by an elephant?
You're less interesting and looking at you is more painful.
It's not very windy outside and the weather sucks this May.
And summer's taking too long to end, it's ridiculous.
Lately i can't really see the sun,
And when i do, it's more of a mustardish color;
And don't worry, even beautiful women have their off days,
Whether they forgot their makeup or just woke-up late;
But you always look bad,
You always will
And don't worry, when you finally die, people will still know how awful you are,
Because i plan on publishing this sonnet EVERYWHERE
Which as long as people can kick each other in the FACE, or eat,
they will know of your meaningless existence and yeast infection
This will be better than a cat pushing a watermelon out of a lake.
Sent as a joke to poetry.com
