If the way to you was
a gallon of concetrated
organic celery juice,
I would chug it.
If the way to you was
pointlessly expensive,
I would go broke.
If the way to you was
paved with stray bits of
lego and I was barefoot,
I would run like a masochist.
If the way to you was
Full of empty regrets
I would have none.
If the way to you was
written in the Holy Quran,
I would learn Arabic.
If the way to you was
Filthy and rotten
I would bath in
Ajax and bleach.
If the way to you was...
If the way to you was,
I would.
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It Happened Tomorrow
PoetryA collection of oneliners, thoughts, poems and all sorts of gooey crap...
