My sister wants a better man.
Or I want one for her.
Either way, I keep picturing
Toby Macguire as Spiderman
climbing the walls
like we all do around here.
She's already got the one
with the 40,000 dollar truck,
Mr. Vain. He was a captain.
Fast company, Marines.
He still talks like a soldier.
Yells everything.
Can't let a word pass his lips
that you can't hear
through the whole house.
He says he's going to kill my cat
for scratching the paint on his hood.
He parked over the surprise lillies.
Killed them. No respect for life.

08/20/2002

Posted on 08/20/2002
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