Travel - A Poem By Eli Elefant
Travel
Laptop, Starbucks, Blackberry.
Carry on, Tylenol, Ziploc bag.
Wall street journal, Boarding pass, iPod;
These are my weapons.
Eli and Shahar trekked in Nepal together.
Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We?
Travel
Laptop, Starbucks, Blackberry.
Carry on, Tylenol, Ziploc bag.
Wall street journal, Boarding pass, iPod;
These are my weapons.
Eli and Shahar trekked in Nepal together.
What I want is for you to write ‘fuck me’ on your chest. Write it! Do it! And then I want you to walk out that door, and I want you to walk down the street. And anybody that wants to fuck you, say ‘Sure, sure, no problem.’ And when they do, you have to say ‘Thank you very, very much’ and make sure that you have a smile on your face. And then, you stupid fucking coward, you’re gonna know what it feels like to be a woman!
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