Tuesday, September 9, 2014

what i will tell my children when i am old: a poem

when i am old
i will tell my children tragic beanstalk tales
of great giants
killed by evil men

i will tell them
the earth is made of cheese
the moon is made of dirt
and that's why no one goes there anymore

i will tell them
up is down
and black is white
because it is

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