I step insideThe room where youDissect peopleWithout touching them And where you expect meTo bleed out tooEventually. But I'm interviewing you To see If you can handle My personal brand Of sarcasm, calculated remarks And swearing I'm polite ButI'm testing Just as I expect you to be.I'm telling you They're the toolsWe're both going to need. We both smile But understand The unspoken protocol That...

I scream, you scream, we all scream for octopus flavored ice cream! 

A fellow temp sits on a fellow swivel chairFlicks the blonde streak at the front of her choccy hairShe’s got on a nice pair of faux suede flaresand one of those spaghetti strap tops I wish I could wearHer tote, made of Lilt bottles, recycled, beside herwith a quote on. I tilt my head to decipher‘Some people just need a high five’ written in Comic SansMaybe the friendship won’t go quite as plann...

If relationships were shits, I’ve had some pretty rough rests upon that pearly porcelain yet most probably plastic throne. If relationships were shits you my friend would have been a right rocky road. Unsure if it’s in or out .. so you kinda cut it off half way even tho it’s not fully been exumed but you wipe.. stand up.. wash ya hands n walk away.. only to return an hour later with a sore arse...

 When you died it was your hands that got me.Your kidneys failed.Your hands swelled up.Those were never your hands.They were your handsBut they were never your hands.I held them tight, in the momentFor letting go. I had to learn thenTo let you go. When all you had to do to save yourselfWas sit in the chair,Don’t move,Ring your bell if you need to moveAnd we’ll help you, but with your compulsion...