Your Shitz Weak. My Shitz Deep.

The sunrise is at its peak.
To sleep or not to sleep?
My childish brain cells play their hide + seek.
But gracefully and in sync like Imogen Heap.
With my ego so unique.
Leaving me the black sheep.
With my hair decorated with a blue streak.
I master this ballet leap.
Leaving behind the Gucci fragrance I reek.
In my cabinet is the Passion Flower tea I seep.
On my counter are cookies my dog will earn if he will speak.
At the other end of the house, an alarm let's out an obnoxious beep.
Mum steps into the kitchen + glances at me so bleak.
She says, "Are you high Allie Sailboat? go to fluffin sleep!"


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Copyright 2010 Allie Sailboat

Blount, Yet Savoured.

They say an image is worth 1000 words,
but let's keep this blount.
As the one you brag about passing at that party that night,
but no one gives a fuck.
It's 5AM on Trekell street.
I lay in bed awake.
Eager to receive that special invitation
to get out of this artificial state.
So my life's adventures may begin.
Nothing will stop me.
I'm determined to prove your discouragement wrong, my friend.
Oui, mon amie.
I behold the recipe for happiness.
Yes, it's quite tasty.
You won't regret the nibble you'll savour.
So bon apetite!

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Copyright 2010 Allie Sailboat