Sorry for the delay in getting this post up. I set a deadline for myself of a post every Monday afternoon by 2pm MST. No one but me knows this until now, but I am sorry. The wife had a baby this morning so I was a little busy this afternoon if you know what I mean. That's right we are trying for another. Anyway enough small talk. So this weekend I was going over some poems I wrote .....................a long time ago. One poem from a dark day in my life. One poem from a good time. Fun reading for me, but most likely both are poems that no one should ever read. Yet here we are. I had to put something down so figured why not this. This first poem is one I wrote right after I had a bad break-up, very exciting for most of us. Very creepy for all of us. They never found the body. I'm kidding just kidding. Here it is: I hurt a lot and wish I were dead Then realize it was your fault as I lie in my bed I've never murdered but I think I can learn Set your house of fire then you would burn I'd use a knife a club or a gun Either way it would be lots of fun. Ah, that sounds like a classic to me. Those were the days and yes I did just piss my own pants. Think your scared, just think how my wife feels. I am a little nervous myself. I have to sleep with myself every night and even alone tonight. Pretty creepy. Okay so this is a good one. This is one I wrote to my wife right after we got married. All you guys out there might want to take this one down for your wives. Here goes: I like to watch you in the shower It gives me lots of horn dog power You like me and I like you Things are more exotic when we sniff glue I would have to say we are pretty hard core I am ready again to score once more. Good stuff that works like a charm. Thanks and have a great night.

5 comments:
I really like these poems, you should make them into greeting cards or have them printed as vinyl stickers to put on your bedroom wall.
I know that last one really came from deep in your heart.....nice.
I was laughing so hard I started coughing and almost threw up.
jason
I just peed a little bit.
The Bard of Washington Fields - bequeath us, thine undeserving minions, another petal from the rose of cerebral genesis.
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