Repositioning My Eyes to Face Inward
I wear my heart on the brim of my cap.
I consider Pluto a planet.
I age backwards.
My name is mud;
don't wear it out.
This is quite serious.
I can hear your thoughts.
I didn't do it, officer, I swear.
I am the reincarnation of Allen Ginsberg;
“Everybody's serious but me.”
My pants are on fire.
I like Burroughs, but I can't say much for him.
Bears don't scare me;
I'm no different.
Maybe someday I'll be a firefighter.
This place is going to the dogs.
It's a free country.
I still believe in Santa Claus.
I'm scared my dog doesn't love me.
This is not a self-portrait.
I'm talking to myself.
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