typewriters suck
pens do too
paper’s for suckers
& soon telephones will be too
i think dancing is all there is to life
but I’m only going on my instincts
i’ve had many revelations
but never wrote any of them down
because
i have nothing to write
with or on
so I tap my fingers
& drill my thumbs
i bob my head &
thump on drums
but never have I made a
vodka & cola slushee
with real snow
how fun

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