My First Poem...Since Ages Ago

I may just be a housewife Now
I don't have any money
But I am thinking of a plan and
It's seriously funny
I'll sell my book one day- you'll see
Though you'd rather watch it burn
But that's because it's full of hate and all the nastiness I've heard
Then I'll be rich; I'll buy this house
Though I'd rather have another
And then I'll kick your arse straight out
And You'll go home to mother.

My Kind Of People...

The person who loves me best calls me things like Fingerpuppet.

The person I like to talk to the most calls me things like Cumrag and Yoghurt Slit.

The person who I value as my truest friend at the moment told me to get back to my truckstop at

Izzo- which for those of you who don't know is a scuzz suburb near mine full of whores and junkies.

My kind of people.

Really.

Somebody Wish Me Luck...

Today I start the first job that I've had in fourteen years.

I'll be flipping burgers in a milk bar.

Sounds better than an office job anyway.