Wait. What?

When he isn't talking your ear off about existentialism, pro-wrestling and the incredibly interesting things that happen in his comparatively mundane life, Dan occasionally writes the poetry he mentions so often. Here it is.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

We Met At The Breakfast Club


(for Mr Burton)

Toaster hands
can't bathe
or hold a knife
and will certainly not
be giving me a second
hand-job

but she has
a warm touch
and an easy-out
crumb tray
at

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