Fiscally nuts. Socially insane.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008


I just wrote this poem on a whim, and I thought it was funny:


It’s not my fault I was born without thumbs.
You see, it’s a simple genetic difference between you and I.
It has to do with chromosomes and genes and enzymes and such.

Anyway, the whole thing is really quite complicated,
But all I know is I can’t unwrap cheese.
And you can.

So toss some of that down here.
And I would be delighted.

My dog is wonderful inspiration.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wouldn't that technically be considered prose? Not that prose is a bad thing.