The houses were covered in paint
Not for the faint of heart
Maybe someday I will have a daughter
or maybe a son
I long for that day
I mean, I look forward to it
I'll teach him or her or them
about all the secret mysteries
I've discovered
Or at least I hope I have
discovered by then
People are actually getting engaged now
How disturbing is that?
Maybe I should write comic books
Or be a contributor to the MAD magazine
I think I have a part to play
Sometimes I wonder about poetry also
It seems so random at times
And I mean,
I want everything I write to be poetry, really
Isn't it just expression?
(It's the figures and symbols
my pen makes against the paper)
I think my style of writing
from here on should be poetic
An yes, I am above interpunctuation
(från USA-resan)
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