Friday, May 21, 2010

Poem In Which Someone Finishes The Job

Q: For how many more years will you continue to be
A: Forever.

Q: How do you intend to keep at it for so long?
A: There's a lake not too far from here that I often swim to the bottom of, and there I scream until my throat is permanently damaged.

Q: Is your throat permanently damaged?
A: Yes. From the screaming.

Q: Or the crying?
A: Just an unintended side effect.

Q: How do you make it rain?
A: I put on lipstick.

Q: And snow?
A: I forgot, maybe you kissed me.

Q: What do you think of that girl over there?
A: I'm happy for her.

Q: Is she beautiful?
A: There's something to be said about the way everybody's skin seems to glow most beautifully in the summertime.

Q: What's that, now?
A: I expected nothing less of you.

Q: Do you think you're doing any good by trying too hard, or are you in trying too hard actually making things worse?
A: Does the grass do any good in growing too fast, or is it in growing too fast actually growing longer?

Q: When did your mother stop wiping your nose?
A: That is an intensely personal question.

Q: Can I ask one more question?
A: No. Not when you control everything I say and I can't speak my own opinion proper.

Q: Will you finish this?
A: Will you finish this?

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