poems
...but it isn’t that bad. James: [Laughing] Just wait, how long has it been? William: [Nervously] 22 hours. What do you mean just wait? James: Heh, you really weren’t listening were you? You think it sucks now, wait until day 3,4, and 5. The diarrhea, the back pain, and the puking are awesome, that is if you don’t go into convulsions. I told you we should have stopped like a month ago. We need to get some damn xanax so we can sleep, too. Oh, and isn’t day 3 Monday and work, that will be great. William: What the hell are you talking about? This is gay. I didn’t know you were serious I thought you were just scaring me. If it is so bad why did you do it with me if you knew what was going to happen? James: Because you stupid ass, I have been through it before, I don’t care, and it was fun while it lasted. Although selling it probably would have been a better idea because then we would have more money and not be sick. Oh, and we probably shouldn’t have banged it either. Hey, by the way, I have always wanted to ask someone this, do you have the same crappy song playing over and over in your head. William: Yeah, [singing like a little girl and adding in the beats] I’m a slave for you, has been playin...