Filed under: Poems
Laying down the line again.
This time it rhymes it does.
It takes about the time it takes
to fuck and bust a nut.
I’m smoking while I do it too,
at lunch while I’m at work.
Early in while writing it
comes easily at first.
Line for line and pound for pound
I guess I’m not too shitty.
It’s hard to think when all
I think about is ass and titties.
That’s a joke. You get it?
Good. I’m glad that I’m amusing.
I wish I had a longer break.
These lines are time consuming.
But it’s alright and good and well.
I have a couple seconds.
Laying down the line again.
Another fucking sentence.
Filed under: Poems
not too much to do today.
the television lights the room.
the cigarettes are running low.
not much money not much food.
I ate the last before I spent
the last few bucks on beer and scotch.
the time is almost 2 o’clock
it’s time for whiskey on the rocks.
the whiskey bottle’s empty though
and I don’t even have a cent.
I want some scotch but then again
I am 2 weeks behind on rent.
not too much to do today
but watch the leaves fall off the trees.
the wind’ll blow them under cars
and into piles on the street.