everyday summary

I’m an autistic hamster; keep my sarcasm venom inside the cheeks.
I admire people who can write fluently, without any ignorance on their sheets,
Any decomposed corpses on their back seats,
Cause all the corpses should reach calmness on time which leads
To world happiness if you add some cake of course.
And why am I talking in general about such a thing as the corpse?
They are illusive, like squirrels – clumsy and never dead.
Squirrels are just unconscious after the shock of seeing my dear dad.
But I need to start being nice finally like I once said.
Today is a kind of night when I eat cheese on bread.
This means that I’ve slept enough or I didn’t sleep.
I was curled into a ball with my evil thoughts curved deep.
Come on, let’s move with the dancing "pas" to the progress of
Spam in the charming smiles. I’ll turn off the stove
And drink my coffee, bitter, orgasmic hot.
I feel all these blinking butterflies of a special sort
shivering my hands as I start to draw.
It’s a fucking magic! I know, once I saw
something hysterical about living. At the age of four
human beings are also fond of the “love” mess.
But I wish they just lived less, saw more,
Sucked less.