I am hung over today. Last night was the farewell CosmoGirl party and we all got wasted at a joint with a mechanical bull. I did not ride it — my work persona does not do such things — but our editor in chief did. It was fun, sad, and bittersweet. It's the last day today, and the office is full of tears. I am actually going to miss seeing these people everyday. So anyway, I will leave you with a poem that Barack Obama wrote the year that I was born. Funny I came across it today after I posted my cute monkey pic.
P.S. I love this shot. It is right after he found out that he secured the Democratic nomination. That look is priceless.
Underground
Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.
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