a poem of sorts, by Susie
Performed massively hung over.
They gave us performers free beers,
but with what I drank the night before,
the beers didn't make the bugs go away,
it just made them kinda cute.
"Oh look, the bugs crawling all over me
are wearing little hand knit scarves!"
I know I drank a lot the night before.
For I reeked of smoke,
I felt far from fine,
and when I woke
the mosquitoes in my pad
couldn't fly a straight line.