Tuesday, July 15, 2003

 

At A Pub

I met a woman
Who wanted to fellate me.
But she was drunk and seemed crazy.
And she had sad and murderous eyes;
And the thought of my dick in her mouth
Made feel ill at ease.
Because she looked psycho enough
To have bitten it off,
And chewed it up,
And spat it out onto two peices of toast.
AAnd that's the way things are.
Because it is always the crazy ones
And never the normal.
Because they know me, or don't know me.
And so, I declined the offer.
Because I live in a cookie jar,
And peep out of a hole,
Just below the rim.

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At A Pub

I met a woman who wanted to fellate me.
But she was drunk and seemed crazy.
and she had sad and murderous eyes;
and the thought of my dick in her mouth
made feel ill at ease.
Because she looked psycho enough to have bitten it off,
chewed it up,
spat it out
onto two pieces of toast.

So, I declined the offer.

And that's the way things are.
because it is always the crazy ones,
never the normal.
Because they know me,
or don't know me.
Because I live in a cookie jar,
and peep out of a hole,
that's just below the rim.



Monday, July 14, 2003

 

The Nights Come Down Like Ravens



I was deep in thought last Friday,
Facts, figures, and personal woe.
And 90% of it was selfish, self-centered,
And venomous Bullshit.
I realized that when you came over,
And told me about your disappointment
Because of what I had said,
Or rather, had not said to you.

Forgive me.

The only excuse that I have to offer-
is that I am human
And I get depressed sometimes,
For no reason whatsoever,
And it hits me hard and at any time,
And without any warning.
And then I feel guilty for feeling depressed
For no reason.

But,

That is neither here, nor there.
A friend is a friend is a
Special person.
A person such as you,
Possessed with an alacrity
That I never had.
Nor, more than likely, ever will have.
I was morbid, self-hating, immature,
Cynical, philosophical,and sarcastic
When I was your age.

In short,

I was an asshole.
And,perhaps,
I still am.
So, smile,
Because I am your friend,
And even If I wasn't
What would it matter?
You deserve better friends than me.
You deserve what you want.




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