First off, so sorry I am late on posting, this is a record the latest I have ever been!

I am not a poet but it seams like a good way to make a point so I have decided to let my heart bleed this week and write a poem of great struggle (a mouse named bill’s to be exact);

A Mouse Named Bill

A poem by Travis Fantina


Mouse,
A mouse named bill,
Bill the mouse died today,
The mouse had not written a will,
So lets take his stuff and run away!

Haha ok I am not going to submit you to that sort of thing, but the point I am trying to make is it is late, I have had a busy week, and so blah blah blah I’m sure you get the message I am trying to send;
1) I am brain dead
2) I cannot think of anything to write, so I am trying to fill (sometimes known as Phil) space.

But I’m not very good at filling space so I am writing this.

Ok I thought of a topic that is sure to be a Killer; Warning Labels on Mattresses! I mean there is some poor person out there sleeping on there floor, I’m sure they would love to have a mattress! But we have to throw our mattress out! Why? Good question, it may have to do with all the diseases in blood, AIDS, HIV, ect but how many people bleed on there mattresses, I’m sure it is as many as bleed on there towels and towels are legal to sell! Now I will say this, I would be a little grossed out to sleep on a used for 5 years mattress but that is just me, I don’t think you should make it illegal! I think if you want a used mattress, knock your self out!