The Tree
The proud, burly tree
Rests on the now crashed TV
Thanks a lot, nature
Bees
Bees dance in the air
Merrily they dart about
I’m stung eighteen times
Bees and the Tree
I tend to my stings
With aloe from the felled tree
But it doesn’t work
Afternoon
The stings are swollen
Causing pain TV can’t ease
As a tree’s on it
Night
All over I bleed
30 Rock should be on now
I wish I were dead
Nature’s Lesson
Life is meaningless
The universe is empty
Do not go outside
Ryan Mazer—Birmingham, Alabama, 5’9”, green eyes, stock build, looking for young soul. Previously, Ryan submitted a similar personal ad to an online literary journal as his bio. Had he known his attempt to be clever would so irritate everyone that it would force him to write actual personal ads as his only hope for companionship, he would have thought twice before sending. But now he sits alone by a rainy window, weeping to the score of Requiem for a Dream. Despair. Anyway, he’s great fun and a load of laughs!
IV/XX
"Excerpts from Marijuana Magazine’s Special Issues" & "Big Deal! I Sold a Little Weed to Give My Kids a Better Future …" 
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