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Shakespeare's Underwear
Catalan phrases were inserted into dirty underwear
Shakespeare manages not to take a pen off toilet paper.
Drafts a song, a beer too long to go home before blue tears ink ran off alcohol did mistake the lyrics to belong an ex-lover named Monica Lewinski, red wine did the rest of the writing.
Jazz rhymes thoughts, and croissants because they’re hot, mentioned a terrible button shirt to the eye who seeks reasons too just.
Ironed snakes, I make my own boots if you don’t mind, and scribble doubts to form a fishing net falling with answers.
Nothing but art, but I like.
I like to let the underwear-wearing 5 years old sitting alone before the world has woken up to judge a letter to be addressed, none but self.