"Does this person sound full of shit, or is it just me?" I querried.
"Yes!" she countered. "The only reason I made it though modern American poetry was because Lorraine and I shared chocolate covered espresso beans at 3am, making sense of things."
"Hey!" I screamed. "That sounds like a modern American poem all by itself." And, so I repeated it, in poetic verse, which I will now share with you.
Meaning, by my fiance
Chocolate covered espresso beans.
at 3 am
making sense of things.
There is also the following haiku, which I found earlier this week when I was supposed to be working:
Haikus can be fun.
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Don't even try to understand it. It's too complex for your tiny brain.