Bleem
by Casey Jepson
© 2000

I love bleem.
Bleem is my best friend.
Nothing's better than bleem.
Bleem is the feeling I get when everything goes right.
Like when I have an appointment at 3:15
and I pull into the parking lot at 3:14 and 30 seconds.
Or getting a picture taken of me
getting kissed by two beautiful women.
I feel bleem when I eat an entire thanksgiving dinner
and still have room to taste two kinds of pie,
Or when I blow away the two counter-terrorists with a machine gun
in a video game.
Bleem doesn't give me acne
or keep me awake in bed.
I don't have to write a check for bleem
or lay down after bleem to catch my breath.
At a bleemy party with my friends
I can stay up all night
and still have enough evergy to drive myself home.
Bleem is cuddly and cozy and warm.
One of my most bleemy days was at the beach with friends
There was takings off of shoes and drawings of naked people;
I scored my first touchdown
And went twelve hours without having to go to the bathroom.
That was bleem.
My mom gets mad when I have too much bleem.
I guess she never felt bleem herself,
or else she wouldn't mind if I were gone for days.
Good bleem, pretty bleem.
Thanks, bleem.

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