When I kissed her lips,
I counted five syllables
before I moved down
and kissed her neck for seven.
I would have kissed her haiku,
but she took my tanka in her hand
and wrote a different poem.

And only after
did I finally finish
the kissing haiku.

what a good day today was.

now going to chill my ass out in bed with a beer and wobs.

note to self: don’t read facebook comments on a post regarding bullying at previously attended school.
oh my god. SOME OF THESE FUCKING PARENTS
"maybe we should teach kids to not be sensitive little butterflies" ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

i swear to god if my kid decides it’s a great idea to bully another poor kid i will have a fucking heart attack and feel that i have ultimately failed as a parent. no no no no no no no that shit will NOT happen.

kids n shit, man.