Insomnia.

I can't sleep. I hate sheep. There's nobody to talk to. 24 hour Wal-Mart blows.

I can't sleep. I hate sheep. There's nobody to talk to. 24 hour Wal-Mart blows.

December 27th, 2009 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

You Try Too Hard.

What if you fail? How embarassing.

What if you fail? How embarassing.

October 25th, 2009 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Soul.

Where does teh soul lie? In the home? In the country? Is it a thing with feathers? Lit behind a steel door, With booby traps and safety wires.

Where does teh soul lie? In the home? In the country? Is it a thing with feathers? Lit behind a steel door, With booby traps and safety wires.

Steel.

October 22nd, 2009 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Shocking.

Shocking is, As shocking does, So, hey, everybody watch this! My moon is in Leo.

Shocking is, As shocking does, So, hey, everybody watch this! My moon is in Leo.

October 19th, 2009 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Lost Umbrella.

Well, that makes three this week, Time to buy another one.

Well, that makes three this week, Time to buy another one.

October 13th, 2009 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

More Wars

Don\'t kill my baby brother\'s little friends. They\'re not worth it. They don\'t make a good deal.

October 13th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

War War.

What is it good for? Nothing. Seriously? Nothing. Think again. Nope, not even that. Naw, still not good. Really not good at all. Think of a better plan. Wasn\'t that hard, was it?

October 8th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Army Suckers.

Pretty liberal guys. Pretty honest job. Sure, they have songs. But they also have bullets.

October 4th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Not for Profit.

Never doubt that a small gorup, Of committed citizens, Can fail, Due to a severe lack of coin.

September 26th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

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