Le De ́jeuner sur L ́herbe est fini
In the year of the monkey we will all fall in love.
The little bastards are shooting pink clouds
into our forsaken long dead Katy Perry hearts.
All the multicolored flavored vodka jello shots
aren’t going to save us from ourselves.
I forgot how to kiss.
I don’t know if I can swallow anymore.
Love is no monkey business.
We are all screwed.
I’m free for lunch.
Poem by Dulce Menendez 2016 | Painting by Susannah Martin | Visit the Artsy Page for information