Living in a Time Warp With My Best Friend's Dog and a Couple of Satsumas

I have a problem with insomnia pills
And an obsession with citrus fruits
My dysfunctional family syndrome
My best friend who knows everything and nothing all at once
My loud music and my bad taste
The words make sense to me
Even if they don't to you
Snoring
Day in, day out
Living with our problems and our secrets
Me not knowing anything
But knowing everything
Living with a potato
And citrus fruits
And snow days
And small cities
And no Ikea
Just me and the paw prints
So make my movie
About the dysfunctional teenager
With a bad history
And an obsession with citrus fruits
Who writes
Short poems
That don't end.


Poet's Note: I know that this poem doesn't seem to make sense, but it does, and there is no randomness in here. All the words have a purpose, even if you don't get it. There is an element of aberrance here for other poets, but for me, the poem is typical of my style. If you know me, you'll know this: I don't make sense- ever, at all, even if you beg.