jottings, one day it will be a poem

[3010530027]

It’s a nursery life
And I scream for what I want
And I want it now or sooner
And its wrong for me to share
It’s a nursery life


Alice

"I am not a number"

[Myra]

Hello Alice,

Congrats.
On which day will it be a poem?
Will there be a poemitzvah to mark the occasion or perhaps you'll just take it out for ice cream sundaes to celebrate?
(I wouldn't take it out for a beer if I were you, drunken poems are nothing but trouble.)

[3010530027]

Hello Alice,

Congrats.
On which day will it be a poem?
Will there be a poemitzvah to mark the occasion or perhaps you'll just take it out for ice cream sundaes to celebrate?
(I wouldn't take it out for a beer if I were you, drunken poems are nothing but trouble.)

It will be a poem on the day your hair turns red
when a hunky guy offers you a bed
when you reflect on words that you have said
and decide to be nice for once instead


Alice

"I am not a number"

[Myra]

oh dear, so it will be a very, very long time from now.
It's good that you seem like a patient number.