It was the kind of morning
that sticks in your consciousness
like your first kiss or your first taste
of Dubble Bubble
whichever came first
Trespass across lawn
Check - Check - Check - Check
How can I hate math, but love the teacher?
1 + 1 is definitely 2
if we're talking us
Know what I mean?
That's all the math I need, brother.
Too much noise
Too many colors
Too much information
Too many Lilliputians tieing this old Gulliver
I hate life because today I know that
just as with my dead turtle from
two years ago
there is no hope of salvation, of deliverance
The TV box is empty
the screen bleeding pixellated tears of
This world will never ever be the same again
Mr Rogers is dead