Hey if you knew me....

We

Her and Me

And him and she

our lives are all so funny...

We,

And Him and I

and her and thy-

self...We take our turns

but why?

Us and they,

(We cannot say)

Are not decided

for today

And them and me,

and I he,

our lives are all so funny...

We

YaaaaY Christmas!

Christmas is here and I'm ready for everything, I've got my gifts wrapped, my tree, my tv, my flamethower, my candy canes, my grandma resistant suit, and of course my santa trap. That rosy cheeked !@#$%er keeps escaping my grasps... Anyway I'm really very indifferent this holiday season and I wish everyone a happy one.... not that anyone is reading this

I'm depressed again.

And to commence...

To a Mailbox:

Shh! dear mailbox,
thine secret must be kept,
for twas not my fault,
an accident except-
if my kin were to findyou at this odd degree,
it would not be so hard to climb
and place the blame on me.
So Mailbox stand up tall!
Thine burden must be borne.
To help conceal a tiny lie
your silence must be sworn.
-J
O. k. I know that was a weird way to start, however a poem about me running over my own mailbox is classic...right? Right?