Poetry, By Smeg.

I.

I looked for the easter eggs
But the fucking goddamn bitches
Got there first
So now I'm standing there like an idiot without any goddamn eggs
Thanks a whole fucking lot

In my froofy easter dress
The water towers
Laughed silently at my lack of brain function
Yeah, fuck you too.

II.

That fucking chihuahua
Chases me around the tree
One of these days, bitch.
One of these days.

III.

They used to say
There was a crazy farmer
Who would shoot bitches up
If they walked on his land.
So I pranced around on his damn farm for a while
No bullets.
That was anticlimactic.

III and a I/II

I looked for a cat
On crazy farmer's farm
But the bitch was gone.
Now I can't get away from them
Aaah
Stop shitting in my garden

IV.
I looked at the tree
Hey, I think it's falling!
No seriously, I think it is, it's tilting
It's totally going down
Oh, wait.
Never mind.