December 20th 2007 6:53 am
[ View A Comments ]
Yup, I'm a poet. 'Dopted Daddy had to write a poem for school, so I gave him some help. This was the result
“Go to my happy place” they say.
I don’t mind, I could stay there all day!
That great little corner in my mind,
Where the substance of cool men I find:
Blood, guts, muddy road ruts,
The stuff of which I dream.
Dead gophers and mice, equipped with head lice,
The stuff that makes the girls scream.
Chili and jerky, gristly raw turkey,
And no stinking peaches and cream.
A great big shotgun, and Attila the Hun,
He and I would make a great team.
In public I burp, out loud do I slurp,
My coffee, boiling with steam.
I flex in the mirror, it causes mice fear,
So much that they pop a seam.
I fight in the morn, just like Jason Bourne.
Who beats people as he may deem.
I never see florists, I flex like Chuck Norris,
For Cool Man is my theme.