January 2010
Dude (a poem).
harkaway:
Dude, you drive too fast in your
White van.
It’s white everywhere anyway, because of the
Unprecedented
Snow, which by the way is not evidence of global cooling, and I cannot see
Where you think you are
Going.
Anyway, dude: slow down.
You’re making my rage itch.
By the way, not even your mother really likes
That hair.
