Shut Up And Listen 121

Shitty Poems Written As Filler Because I Can’t Think Of Something To Write About

For Your Love
It’s alright, baby, don’t worry
About the shipment of socks
That was expected in today’s mail
Tune up the car and give me a lift
To the docks and maybe we’ll see
Tomorrow’s shipment come in
With the usual style and flair
Of a Southeast Asian pirate vessel
That makes forty-eight percent of its profits
Off of white slaves
You know, people just like you and me
Except caught out on the high seas
Where everything is fair game
Pity the poor fools
But not too much as we get their socks
Hopefully we’ll get a pair with toes
Those feel cool

Paranoia
Flashes in the night
Tell me that they’re here
To tear us apart
Come from a faraway land
They care not about you or I
But only about the sweet, sweet juices
That flow through our genitalia

Contested Winnings
They found out that I rigged the bingo game
And took away my money
Damn nuns

Pressure And Anxiety Are Too Much For Me
My eyes are red and puffy with little brownish pink circles under them.
I push my hair back and even pull at it a little.
Stray hairs get caught between my fingers
And I stare at the ends of them,
Just staring at the live follicles that are left attached.
To put it frankly: I look like shit. Don’t deny it.
The bleeding ulcer in my stomach tells all that needs to be said
About my life as the teenager whose stress level is akin to a broker
From Wall Street.
An old movie said suicide is painless,
But I’m killing myself right now
And the pain is overwhelming.
Life is hard work and I’m considering quitting.
Heaven is just a really good pension plan.
Hell is the first Enron.
Purgatory is waiting in line at the unemployment office.
Good luck with that, folks.