Monday, May 27, 2013

happy as a clam


I was looked over by the tourists
in total disgust
when I opened up the letter
that informed me I must
do everything better
if I was to adjust 
to who I am
look at me
I'm happy as a clam

I felt like November 
in the merry month of May
I was trying to remember
what it was I had to say
should I fly east to Denver
or west to South Vietnam
I don't care
I'm happy as a clam


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