Ah, another fun filled day at the squat... Things have been rather crazy lately. The cops have been posted up all over the neighborhood around the house I am squatting behind, staking the place out. I know it is just a matter of time before they raid it again. I am just hoping that I am not there whenever it happens. About two feet away from the corner of my tent there are a couple of 4 1/2' tall pot plants, so I am thinking it could get kinda ugly if I am there when the shite goes down.
But to change the subject, here's a poem my sister wrote for/about me a couple of years, and I really like it, although it really makes me feel like shite. It's called Paper Wings:
Your needle to my heart
Spoon like a blade
You're needing a jumpstart
Swilling a spade
Drawing on empty
Broken strings
Flying to meet me
Paper wings
But to change the subject, here's a poem my sister wrote for/about me a couple of years, and I really like it, although it really makes me feel like shite. It's called Paper Wings:
Your needle to my heart
Spoon like a blade
You're needing a jumpstart
Swilling a spade
Drawing on empty
Broken strings
Flying to meet me
Paper wings
december:
oh wow. it's beautiful.
december:
oh HEY! p.s. your favorite sexual position is similar to mine!! hee hee hee