2 found poems

poem found in a notebook stained with yellow mustard what is the sense happy happy birthday all the birds are sorry tomorrow will be kind i am so lonely sad and lonely and low-down ten years lost forever how can i ever find the time eternity is forever so is my sadness endless tears of white rainbows never reach the end sadness is forever edge of the earth is purple how will i ever find it apples grow in the islands handwritten poem found in a copy of my world of astrology by sydney omarr, purchased at a garage sale in burlingame, california * worse than anything that has gone before * i as no go fu the pogiz ded man - no way * no mo sef steam * when they got back to the hideout, they laughed their asses off * shine the light * everything is more real after it already happens * after the other side beat the shit out of him, he had trouble thinking and talking, and his own friends lost interest in him * he didn't mind the constipation - that was between him and god - bit not fitting into his uniform made him lose his self-esteem * almost thirty years old - and no war in sight! he wondered if he would ever join the hero's hall of fame * now that he was locked up, and would be talking to his interrogators instead of his victims, he would need a new vocabulary * he reached down, very tentatively, and pulled his prick out. it was small, even smaller than he had remembered * the guards weren't bad guys after you got to know them. they were all perverts too. *