After wading through multiple copy pasted press releases on Couch Avenue’s blog, I found this really touching poem that probably took a whole 3 minutes to write. It’s quite beautiful, but at the same time I could easily reply to the things she’s saying… and guess what? I’m going to. This is going to be a collaborative poem between myself and Couch Avenue.
Where were you when I needed someone to…? Right here.
By Couch Avenue and Kuwait Blogs Suck!
Where were you when I needed someone to talk to? Where were you?
I’m right here yo. Right in front of you.
Where were you when I needed someone to lean on? Where were you?
Oh that… Yeah well I was taking a poop. That machboos my mom cooked last night ran through me like a runaway freight train.
Where were you when I needed someone to wipe my tears? Where were you?
You say that every time you’re chopping onions deary. Grab a tissue next time or something.
Where were you when I needed someone to laugh along with me? Where were you?
The joke you made was “wouldn’t it be funny if your Dad contracted AIDS?” Why would I laugh along to that?
Where were you when I needed someone to hug out my pain? Where were you?
Hey come on now. I did get my wild cat mittens for you to cuddle with. And sure, she did end up clawing your face, but she’s just a cat and she’s just so adorable!
Where were you when I needed someone to just be there? Where were you?
It’s easy saying that right after you got that retina display Macbook Pro and sat on it for 4 days straight. Who would’ve thought buying all the new Apple products and posting about it every single time on your blog would make you unsociable and emo.
Seriously, where were you? Sigh…
Alright that’s enough. My brain cells are screaming in terror.
Try to up the class a bit “Jacqui.”