My heart pounds hard against my chest when I wake up from a nap.
I need to catch my breath. You took it away. Parsley upside down bursting with radioactive gumby. Here comes Jirair. Tremendous hunger in the shiver.
Should I pursue girls? Should I be hot?
Or maybe I’ll just know my place like I ought
Should I take part in this game of cat and mouse
Let her lead me around like a mutt on a leash
Infatuated with my adorable puppydog face
And I knowing none the wiser
Whispering sweet nothings in her ear:
"Tungsten, without cumulus, on a sesame seed larynx,"
I suppose she and I would part after time
Be it irreconcilable differences, distance, or another man
Though the moments of happiness, all worth the pain
These things, I know, were never meant to last
These random lit assignments are fundamentally useless, but they sure are fun. Sometimes life speeds up, gathers momentum, and when you can't keep up with it, you must increase your mass to maintain the same momentum. [p=mv]