my broken blog spoken poem
I think this one is broken/Or I should/ give in to my dark side and go write romance novels that/ end with everyone getting a chainsaw up/
their cooters.
Should we vote on this? vote vote/vote for nothing that matters that’s/ amazing and amazeballs
The next time I get some cold, hard cash/ I’m going to/ buy some vodka. Some cheap/ vodka/ And some cheap mixer. And some smokes. And then cut off /all my hair and glue it to the wall/ Because art, baby.
You are not welcome to join me/go get your own strychnine
and we’ll die in different rooms
totally
happy/that we’re drunk
and poisoned/watching cat videos
where the cat
dies.
Amen
ANN WUEHLER 