This is something I knocked up quickly a few days ago. It's probably not as good as the other one. Needs work. Also, once I've got enough of these, they will start to form some order.
7/7/10
I was late today. I got up late and had to rush about. That fucking parrot kept following me on the floor and got in my way. I was ironing, it was under my feet. I was doing my hair, it was there. I was brushing my teeth while looking for my keys, and it was in my way shouting "Fuck" and "Cunt" and my name.
I got so fed up, so I stood on the fucker. I did it without much thought (instinctively, you could say). I just kept stomping and stomping. Watched its pewny, little head crack under my shoe, which I then had to clean, making me even more late.
I didn't have time to clean up what was left of the bird. I'll have to do that when I get home. No rest for the wicked.
7/7/10
I was late today. I got up late and had to rush about. That fucking parrot kept following me on the floor and got in my way. I was ironing, it was under my feet. I was doing my hair, it was there. I was brushing my teeth while looking for my keys, and it was in my way shouting "Fuck" and "Cunt" and my name.
I got so fed up, so I stood on the fucker. I did it without much thought (instinctively, you could say). I just kept stomping and stomping. Watched its pewny, little head crack under my shoe, which I then had to clean, making me even more late.
I didn't have time to clean up what was left of the bird. I'll have to do that when I get home. No rest for the wicked.
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