Poetry and Prose

Who can know the intelligence of today's generations? The space cowboy or the pompatous of love? Perhaps; I know not. But behold the profundity of one ubiquitous "youth", when he so eloquently said:

"Oh squiggly line in my eye fluid.

I see you lurking there on the periphery of my vision.

But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.

Are you shy, squiggly line?

Why only when I ignore you, do you return to the center of my eye?

Oh, squiggly line,it's alright, you are forgiven."

-Stewie Griffin-

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And I cannot sleep tonight. Coulda shoulda gone to that concert.