Poetry reading

Sometimes it's hard to come up with things to blog about, but then I just think about my sister and how she seized all of my earthly assets, and BING! My writer's block vanishes.

So, here is a poem about my sister to commemorate this special day (Hitler's birthday, the anniversary of Columbine, 420, etc.):

Gold coins are yellow,
The color of honey.
My sister's a bitch.
She took all my money.

I'd submit this for a Pulitzer, but D. has control of my intellectual property, as well.