Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Two poems by Harrison Smith

You Really Butter My Toast, Sandra Day O'Connor

Pass the goddamn skim milk.
The only reason I'm even here is because
Your senior discount at IHOP is as irresistible
As the creamy mayonnaise skin that covers your bones.
You've been a bitch since '81.
Reagan put shit in your head
And it probably wouldn't hurt if you spilled your drink
And fell two flights headfirst into wicker furniture.

In Support of Ocean's Twelve

I love Don Cheadle.
He is above average.
Slap a high five, Don.