Thursday, August 04, 2005

Splash Post-Mortem: Avant-garde poetry edition

Woke up naked.

Had cheese fry crumbs on my thigh.

Remember flirting with a muscular Israeli bartender

And trying to drink martinis.

I can't pull off being coy

Without my id bursting into laughter.

Why would a rapper call himself Nelly?

And make so many videos?

Doesn't he know that is an invitation for ridicule?

My new favourite drink is a greyhound

But it's dangerous to drink it

Unless you like waking up naked in the morning

with cheese fry crumbs that you don't remember buying.

(Et tu, Rosie O'Donnell, et tu?)

1 comment:

Trunk Guy said...

But how did the cheese crumbs get there?!