A box of Little Debbie oatmeal creme pies
is arguing over ukuleles; now I need to brush my teeth.
I’m only eating potato chips with one earbud in and one ear open—
I hope nothing has gone evil. I’ve thought to go to Paris on vacation.
I think Americans would eat more eggplant if the wind came up and blew it
into the sky. Concrete is warm in summer and cold in winter,
and now it’s not nearly as enjoyable.