Karl Travis's writings

"Construction worker my ass."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to kick your unicorn."

"The elephant in the room just farted."

My poems on here were getting too wierd and depressing, so I erased them all.

We were sitting in the breakroom eating our lunch.

We were both balding.

"I'm going to look like Mr. Clean." he said.

I said, "I'm going to look like Tupac."

He laughed, and that's when I realized that I see myself differently than other people.