and my laptop makes noises
like the scratchy-scratch scratch of a fountain head on parchment.
The Jayhawks play
and my stomach roars
as mighty and fierce as the kitty-kat kat of the Savannah.
Where have all my friends gone?
Where is my love?
Who knows the things I know?
Who can comprehend?
idk
Splish-splash I just took a bath
and now I'm out to supper
like a simile stretching to make sense,
like a dollar looking to make cents,
the scratchy-scratch scratch is only the desk I'm at!
