They said that he was a fool.
I hate that word.
It even rhymes with all the other words I hate:
Tool, drool, cool.
If evolution is sinful
Then the English language must be Satan's right-hand man.
She bent down
Her face reminded me of the beach,
If you saw it through a crab's perspective.
At the surface it's tan and dry
Its texture formed from being stepped on repeatedly.
Eventually the sand will become so fine,
That it will slowly dissolve into the surrounding air.
But if you dig deep, deep underneath all of that
You'll find nothing but gray rock
Cooled by the ocean water
Quietly heated by the Earth's core.
I never really liked the beach.
I told her what they said
How he was so stupid
That he forgot he was a man
And instead became a housewife.
But she said no,
He wasn't stupid.
He was the smartest man she ever met
Because his answer to every question was,
"I don't know."