At what-would-i-say.com, one can get random “Bot” quotes pulled from his or her Facebook posts. I post way too many of these on my wall, so I thought, why not gather several together into magnificent poems? Because everything I say is brilliant, anyway, and even better when it’s randomly taken out of context.
Full disclosure: slight edits, such as punctuation or a connecting word, may have been made.
T.F.D Bot Speaks
I reserve the skull of toes on
thunderous pavements in Tamil.
I reserve the right thing; I was quite
happy ignoring it.
I reserve the complexity and
ridiculousness of ganja, a Hindi word
and have, on reading past lives with
shrines, etc.
I reserve the right now, covered in cat
drool.
Does that mean I’m fine, but I assume
this–
The day of the city to come down
drunk. I have fuzzy socks.
Sometimes I hope for the rarely used
To have the city cemetery, to be
desensitized. It, its riptide, and these songs of
broken women which was likely a
bandit (LOL)
I reserve the end of the dictionary?
The size 8, I’m more like monkeys?
He was so cold.
Yesterday’s album is lost, and the
halfway winds, hatched from
nowheres, and preparations for our last
ex.
Pongal is the needle; it’s in my head now.
