much like some of you readers out there, i miss scooter. i know what you're thinking. "well, martin, he's there with you." in some ways you're right. in other ways, you're stupid. because it takes being here to know that scooter has locked himself into the downstairs bedroom and is talking to his girlfriend on the phone.
i miss him horribly so i wrote a few haikus about it.
scooter is a girl
locking himself far away
from the rest of us.
scooter misses ash
i miss her, but at least i
am not locked downstairs.
anyways, thanks for reading my poems. you never know how much you miss someone until you've annoyed them with a video camera so much they're forced to hideaway in a secluded basement bedroom with the door locked.
it's really sad.
tearfully,
martin
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