Every time I come home I stand in the doorway and say, “it’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
When I go to bed and pull the covers open, I say, “it’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I get out of bed I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I leave my home, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
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i laughed
i have drunk on google reader, and i read the title of this poem i knew it was 'unmistakably' the title of a sam pink poem. good work.
chris, you're good work. you're good work.
I read this poem while
I am about 45% drunk
(100% being pass-out
blackout drunk, of course).
And I like it quite a bit.
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