hkphotoaustin

OK.. So I have a BBQ yesterday, and cook a shitload of my famous hamburgers for everyone, and there's not enought for me to have one. There was one, but it fell apart, and was all crumbly. I make the best of a bad situation, and try to gather enough meat droppings to put on a bun. After "eating" I go to check on the grill, and a meat turd had fallen on the ground, attracting shitloads of fire ants, which I proceed to stand in because it is dark and I can't see them.

Needless to say, I get bit all over my foot, and today it is swollen and I can feel fluid in it when I walk. And it itches. A lot. No seriously....a lot.

Fucking fire ants.

I am going to start posting old poems and songs and shit that I have written over the years. Here goes.

SMOKE FILLED LOUNGE AT 1 AM
IM WATCHING HER GO HOME WITH HIM
I SIT ALONE, AND WONDER WHO IT WILL BE
TO FINALLY GO HOME WITH ME

IM TIRED OF BEING ME
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
I DONT LIKE WHAT I SEE,
IM TIRED OF BEING ME

SO I JUST SIT ALONE,
AND STARE INTO MY BEER
AND ASK MYSELF AGAIN-
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE

SOME GIRL WALKS BY WITH A FRIEND
ASKS ME TO LIGHT HER CIGARETTE-
I ASK HER NAME, SHE TURNS AROUND
AND WALKS RIGHT OUT THE DOOR

IM TIRED OF BEING ME
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
I DONT KNOW WHO I SEE,
IM TIRED OF BEING ME

MY JACKETS WRINKLED
MY LEFT SHOE IS UNTIED
MY HAIR IS GREASY
AND FALLS TO THE RIGHT SIDE

THE SUN COMES UP,
I TRY TO GET TO BED
BUT IVE GOT YOU,
AND A POUNDING IN MY HEAD
I TRY TO REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT I SAID
TO MAKE YOU WALK AWAY

I MET A GIRL, FILL IN THE BLANK
SAME OLD STORY ONCE AGAIN
YOU ARE SO NICE, YOU ARE SO SWEET
IM GLAD YOU ARE MY FRIEND

I DONT KNOW WHO IT IS
I REALLY WANT TO BE,
BUT I KNOW THAT I CAN TELL YOU THIS..
IM TIRED OF BEING ME