Very Bad Poetry

So can watch loads of television, make the dog crazy, get my rocks off wherever, whenever

Fall asleep in the chair, on the thing that pretends to be a couch, leave your computer on all night long, arrive late to work every day, starve all day, smoke twice as many cigarettes, drink shitloads of coffee, smoke in your car! Sorry about that. Wear my socks a week in a row, fuck taking a shower, or brushing my teeth, after all you're not here to kiss me, hug me, smell me, or spend time with me. Which is okay, you know, because I am too irritatingly perfect when you're home, so when else are my terrible habits and childhood demons supposed to exhibit themselves?

So, you do see, it is quite good you go away sometimes.

Wait, though. It's good you come back too. So I am not stuck with myself, and anyway, I finished every single episode of that serial killer tv show. Plus getting my own rocks off just isn't as good (sadly) as you doing it for me.

This is kind of a way to say, I miss you.

Chase Williams has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Chase's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Chase's latest works: