lately i discovered that i love words. so i went out and bought some fridge poetry, the ‘genius’ kind. here below are attempts from myself, my room mate and our friends.
ask him for my space
and fill me with his curious and sedulous understanding
only my deft taut guile will reach he from
my Kafkaesque lair
society is wry and nefarious
full of crass torpid erstaz character
question upon its beauty
why give this platitude
pithy tinge of limpid language
as a domicile woman you always delight in every endeavor with zeal
never secrete banal ideas or obsequious observation
so there you have it. our attempt at poetry, via our fridge.
