Today's poems [2.22.13]
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I'LL KEEP YOUR CLOTHES
At first when we were dating
You would bring a rose
And as a ritual of mating
Leave behind some clothes
It seemed a cute formality
it put me in love's throws
It had a wondrous quality
"Yeah! I'll keep your clothes."
You'd leave sexy underwear
The type that made you strut and pose
You'd toss them in my corner chair
I teased, "I'll keep your clothes"
Then there came some rainy washes
and some days of heavy snows
You'd leave raincoats and galoshes
I said, "Sure. I'll keep your clothes"
Add T-shirts with a beer slogan
or an alien head that glows
or a samurai from Shogun
I said, "OK...I'll keep your clothes"
I left you little notes
"Hey, my closet overflows"
"I've boxed up all my coats!"
But, still, I keep your clothes
One day you showed up with a wagon
And a couple of cheap ho's
You said, "Baby, I'm baggin'"
I said, "Oh, yeah? I'll keep your
You really blew your stack
You said, "Hey! This really blows!
What are you? On crack?"
I just said, "I'll keep your clothes"
You cried, "What am I to wear?"
I said, "Who cares? Who knows?
You've been a sorry ass affair.
At least I'll keep your clothes"
The underwear so fine
I'll hold for other joes
The jeans that are now mine
They'll fit. I'll keep your clothes.
The shirts that look like bags
The socks with ripped up toes
I'll use them up as rags
What fun to keep your clothes!
So, be nice to your ex-girlfriends
Watch where you put your nose
And be kind when the love ends
Or else, we'll keep your clothes
From the book: THE LOVE POEMS OF THE
FEMINIST FROM THE DARKSIDE by Fembah
Goodbye, you see its time for me to die
Itís really been fun living in hell
And Iím sure itís beginning to tell;
People are already saying God bless,
Its time this weary head was put to rest.
What is as versatile as a University?
Where the social life is a necessity
And the girls are all after the looks
Rather than what you can do with the books
But does the intention ever justify the end.
Still there are good things with life
Shame they are all double edged knifes
For the weapon is not fit as a sword,
For all we do with vast sums, is hoard
Money it seems will drive us to death.
But what are our best days I am told
It is question that is not quite so bold
For it is something that we all hold the key
Before that is when we cease to see
School and childhood is the answer.
We choose to forget those days
As it was all just a dizzy haze
It is childish and stupid we are told
But itís the most valuable that we hold
Reminding ourselves of what was in front.
People you see, always see behind
From figures to stats which seem to bind.
Important we feel they may be
But itís more relaxing just to sip tea
And try to grasp what our future holds.
Goodbye, you see its time for me to die
For what Iíve said could all be a lie
But if that was true then why do I feel dread
As I near my final challenge in facing death
Does the intention ever justify the end.
Sent by Justin Parker
There once was a lady from Worcester,
Who thought a man had seduced her.
She woke up and screamed,
It was only a dream,
It was the bump on the matress that goosed her.
Sent by Joey D.
Hit By A Bus By Andy Christopfel
God I'm late
For today...today I have a date
With my professor that is
Gotta hurry, no time for fun
stab me with a knife
School is much more important than this
precious little life
Whizzing past the students
Running blindly pass the campus sights
I take a step into the street and meet
my creator's device
Call me an idiot
Call me a damn fool
I did not do it in the name of love,
Rather, in the name of school
Pick up the telephone and call that paramedic...
While you're at it, call my mommy too
But now it's too late,
And there's nothing that you can do
I can't even speak, scream, yell or cuss
Oh my God! Oh my God!
I've been HIT BY A BUS
Sent by andrew christopfel
Here's a cute little ditty:
Little pigeon in the sky,
Dropping (things) from way up high,
Angry farmer wipes his eye,
Very glad that cows don't fly!
Sent by tilak
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