Lice, Lice, Miserable Lice
Lice is so miserable I’ve had it before. It itches and itches and itches like a dog scratching his fleas. […]
Lice is so miserable I’ve had it before. It itches and itches and itches like a dog scratching his fleas. […]
My face is like a pencil long and hard My feet are like rotten onions My hands are full of
This is what I’m thankful for: Piggies, doggies, ceilings, floors, Doctors, teachers, sisters, brothers, Aunts and uncles, fathers, mothers Girls
To stare at nothing is to learn by heart What all of us will be swept into, and baring oneself
Hazed with heat and harvest dust the air swam with flying husks as men whacked rice sheaves into bins and
I’m grateful not to be losing it and I don’t only mean my miserable tenuous state-funded job. Job would have