sob sob sob
Posted: February 23rd, 2006, 11:40 pm
Why you look at me like that
intense
burning love like Elvis
an evil glare of un-invited passion
that sits like stagnate water in
water logged neworleens
with poor poor poor
loathing of self constructed
and later explosions of
elated sight seekers
for the thrill of pain
and the soothing effect of pin
in skin at midnight in
detox
and new age music
comes to ears of
angry agitated pimple faced
hate is rummaging through your thought cycles
and bring all the Christmas despair of a thousands
dysfunctional families.
And the dog that ben found by the side of
his street
dead and bleeding
the hair all matted up with blood
and the red brown dead of
locks of doggy hair
ben cries to mommy who gets
daddy to grab a black garbage bag
“honey we'll call the vet.”
drive that cammero and pick up
my sister in leather jacket
and that love is no good
no good for no one
and is anyone about to say anything
what is the point?
Cammero's are cool like warlords\
and dead baby jokes
“honey we'll call a vet.”
“Mom I think the dog is dead. Is he mom? Is he?”
poor poor ben and his
dead puppy love
in group ben sits
and sulks for patty
the girl next door
“it is not your fault”
then why are you saying it is not
thinks ben
why would I need you
with your gay lisp
to say it was not my fault.
“I know”
sob sob sob
did not mean to hit that dog
man
man o man
it was not my fault
it was not
she is looking good tonight
she is everything
dead dogs are nothing
I am good
I am sorry
there was nothing I could do
do not let it ruin your date
sob sob sob
and kids laught at school
red sun
red mom
red dad
red dog
lock in dread of sister in comero
and sneer of pete pucksman.
Drawing flowers in jail.
The end
Geoff
intense
burning love like Elvis
an evil glare of un-invited passion
that sits like stagnate water in
water logged neworleens
with poor poor poor
loathing of self constructed
and later explosions of
elated sight seekers
for the thrill of pain
and the soothing effect of pin
in skin at midnight in
detox
and new age music
comes to ears of
angry agitated pimple faced
hate is rummaging through your thought cycles
and bring all the Christmas despair of a thousands
dysfunctional families.
And the dog that ben found by the side of
his street
dead and bleeding
the hair all matted up with blood
and the red brown dead of
locks of doggy hair
ben cries to mommy who gets
daddy to grab a black garbage bag
“honey we'll call the vet.”
drive that cammero and pick up
my sister in leather jacket
and that love is no good
no good for no one
and is anyone about to say anything
what is the point?
Cammero's are cool like warlords\
and dead baby jokes
“honey we'll call a vet.”
“Mom I think the dog is dead. Is he mom? Is he?”
poor poor ben and his
dead puppy love
in group ben sits
and sulks for patty
the girl next door
“it is not your fault”
then why are you saying it is not
thinks ben
why would I need you
with your gay lisp
to say it was not my fault.
“I know”
sob sob sob
did not mean to hit that dog
man
man o man
it was not my fault
it was not
she is looking good tonight
she is everything
dead dogs are nothing
I am good
I am sorry
there was nothing I could do
do not let it ruin your date
sob sob sob
and kids laught at school
red sun
red mom
red dad
red dog
lock in dread of sister in comero
and sneer of pete pucksman.
Drawing flowers in jail.
The end
Geoff