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Friday, January 17, 2014

Melloh Yelloh, Part 5

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’clock?!
Trying to get myself ready to go but,
we’re all asleep
from a long night of annotation writing.
Pikachu had to keep me awake
‘cause I was so drunk from all that sake.
I want to get drunk and do karaoke,
but then sober up real quick-like because I’ve got class tomorrow, and I’m responsible;
though that won’t guarantee me showing up with pants on.
Then everyone will see my thong
as I strut down North Ave.

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’clock!?
I just woke up seven minutes ago;
everyone is busily writing something.
I wish I liked coffee.
Drinking coffee makes me feel grown-up,
it makes me feel so mature.
Janis said one day,
“You and I will be gay,
and by gay I mean really freakin’ cheerful,
and by cheerful, I mean unhealthily chipper.
The kind of chipper that makes you want to curl up and hide.”

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It's eight o' clock?!
Abby spills her coffee over LL's laptop. Shock!
Oh GOD! It's everywhere, and she doesn't look very happy.
It's like an explosion of disgusting and sticky and delicious
Fluffy goodness in my mouth
So soft and delightful
Like a furry little hen
With dancing shoes on
And a song stuck in my head
Of days gone by, forgotten
And our hands full of tiny llamas

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’clock!?
Everyone is wide awake,
the sun is rising while I made my way to school
and I felt very fake.
Many write poems about being baked
that’s why they always see Pokemon.
Babies always be cryin’,
damn straight, I ain’t lyin’.
Except I am. I’m sorry,
or am I?
(give Doctor Evil face, pinky to dastardly smile)


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