Thursday, February 25, 2010

Captain GabGab

My dear girl,

You know I've never seen you happier

than when you talk almost incessantly

of yourself.

Your stories lift from your breath

and come to life before your very eyes;

that bitch who cut you off

she's your Moby Dick.

We are expected to believe your innocence,

but instead find you insane.

And I can't wait for the part where you drown yourself

for the sake of posterity.

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