my jean

Thu, 10/17/2013 - 00:02 -- jcespe

 

 

“i suffer from intelligence” -unknown

well hey, unknown or not, it’s a great quote

by a great mind, whose sanity has flown

a man full of talent, with room to gloat

 

lord knows if i have any true talent

he knows i only dream of my dear jean

jean, not genie. i dream of funds half spent

i dream of less sleep, of the college scene

 

my jean dreams of me, i am sure of it

jean dreams of ink stained hands, and coffee breath

mood swings galore; my jean will never quit

jean needs me like an addict needs their meth

 

but i don’t quite know my jean, not just yet

jean might surprise me, i’m willing to bet

 

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