life & poetry
it's been a while hasen't it? hmm what's new?
well not much.
let's see
turned 21
got drunk
sold my car
thought up a hiliarious short film
missed everybody
school next week
ohh fair this week maybe I'll go on thursday
that's pretty much it.
oh yes poetry, this belongs to a friend of mine what d'ya'll think?
PUMPKIN PIE
poetry
hey...
i do that...
i write poetry
and i read poetry...
or at least i think i do...
so what does that make me...
a poet?
sure why not
lets go with that.
so what does it mean
anyway?
to be a poet...
I HAVE NO FREAKIN CLUE!
so...
i do as any other rational american would do...
i consult the webster's new world dictionary....
p.... p..... ahhh p....
hmmm....lets see...
potatoe....
plunger...
pleasure...
ahh..poet...
a person that writes
or expreses himself with an imaginative
power and beauty
of thought, language, etc...
WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP!
they make it seem that its just another sap
writeing
about that one time that they got dumped...
where they could hear their heart shatter
into a million pieces
and they were so small...
you could feed them through the eye of a needle
or about that one chick in class
with her eyes, that one hue of aqua marine
its like a lake thats as smooth as glass
when we know the truth...
the truth that that guy really just wants a piece of...
oh...um...pumpkin pie
right...
every one is always trying to hide it
to cover it up
this simple fact
why?
we know the truth about poetry
poetry is just a sick, desperate
and sometimes succesfull attempt
to get laid
hate to break it to ya ladies
but its true
youve all been tricked
even though i know
you still want a piece of my big
...oh right...
pumpkin pie...
sorry
look
dont be mad
or feel betrayed
for this is just our...well at least my
way of countering being locked in your gaze
for what seems to be age after age
plus more days
or the unwilled motor action
of turning my head
as tou walk past
and i stand transfixed
with those hips
those marvelous hips...
ohhh baby...
look
i cant help what i am
a simple red blooded american man
and i wont change....
unless its you
and you know who u r
but otherwise i could honestly
give a damn about you...
look
i dont want to seem mean
or be an ass
but when i stare
as you walk past in class
dont be mad
i cant help it
i just want some....
pumpkin pie...
well not much.
let's see
turned 21
got drunk
sold my car
thought up a hiliarious short film
missed everybody
school next week
ohh fair this week maybe I'll go on thursday
that's pretty much it.
oh yes poetry, this belongs to a friend of mine what d'ya'll think?
PUMPKIN PIE
poetry
hey...
i do that...
i write poetry
and i read poetry...
or at least i think i do...
so what does that make me...
a poet?
sure why not
lets go with that.
so what does it mean
anyway?
to be a poet...
I HAVE NO FREAKIN CLUE!
so...
i do as any other rational american would do...
i consult the webster's new world dictionary....
p.... p..... ahhh p....
hmmm....lets see...
potatoe....
plunger...
pleasure...
ahh..poet...
a person that writes
or expreses himself with an imaginative
power and beauty
of thought, language, etc...
WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP!
they make it seem that its just another sap
writeing
about that one time that they got dumped...
where they could hear their heart shatter
into a million pieces
and they were so small...
you could feed them through the eye of a needle
or about that one chick in class
with her eyes, that one hue of aqua marine
its like a lake thats as smooth as glass
when we know the truth...
the truth that that guy really just wants a piece of...
oh...um...pumpkin pie
right...
every one is always trying to hide it
to cover it up
this simple fact
why?
we know the truth about poetry
poetry is just a sick, desperate
and sometimes succesfull attempt
to get laid
hate to break it to ya ladies
but its true
youve all been tricked
even though i know
you still want a piece of my big
...oh right...
pumpkin pie...
sorry
look
dont be mad
or feel betrayed
for this is just our...well at least my
way of countering being locked in your gaze
for what seems to be age after age
plus more days
or the unwilled motor action
of turning my head
as tou walk past
and i stand transfixed
with those hips
those marvelous hips...
ohhh baby...
look
i cant help what i am
a simple red blooded american man
and i wont change....
unless its you
and you know who u r
but otherwise i could honestly
give a damn about you...
look
i dont want to seem mean
or be an ass
but when i stare
as you walk past in class
dont be mad
i cant help it
i just want some....
pumpkin pie...