A collection of short stories

A very bad no good poem

With such thin skin I am not a pretender.

He has never felt such splendor.

They're all coming to send her.

She will not be able to transfer.

I can not concur with the whisperer.

She will have to be a poser if she wants to conform.

But she can't seem to get the right uniform.

It's adorable.

How deplorable!

It's reward-able, how some people can accord-able.

The end of forever has never felt closer

For the edge of nirvana has never felt tender

I do not believe in surrender.

With such thin skin I am not a pretender.

Maybe she could be a bartender to the provender line

Making dollar signs at Jeffrey's pine.

Treated like loyalty in the byzantine family

A true deity, an anomaly.

A child prodigy with too much sodomy

Agreeably, this is all nonsense you see.

Undeniably a wannabe

In actuality, she's a referee for the high-school football team

She daydreams about being a queen

Nothing but a Slovene with pipe dreams

Its falsehood masqueraded as knighthood

She's medicated