At the Happiest
Place on Earth, worn-out tots shriek,
deprived of their naps.
Doing too much at Disneyworld
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At the Happiest
Place on Earth, worn-out tots shriek,
deprived of their naps.
At the Happiest
Place on Earth, worn-out tots shriek,
deprived of their naps.
Nearby, a mother
pokes at her salad while her
sons push food around .
based on a poem written by M.
They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.
original source:
I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.
Complex moments break
down into vignettes when brief
words define their state.
“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Malted milk eggs, Peeps,
solid bunnies (eaten ears
first) hide in fake grass.
A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.
Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.