wtf pwm


J. Bradley

I'd wish you happy birthday
but what is there to celebrate
when you live like an old,
unused condom?

Tall building, there are girls
out there who hug like paper;
quit folding them into 747s.

You cannot wear your father
like shoes, send candle smoke
signals asking him to come back.

I hope when you finally rupture,
what comes out will not choke birds.