ok Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live. -- Dorothy Parker a lot of you may have seen this one before but I like it Anonymous Men Think They Can Talk To Me I'm minding my own business. Gonna sit down & have a spot of tea, maybe write a little 'cause I got two poems beating up the inside of my brain. I'm heading towards the table I like when this guy sneer leers at me. In a hoarse voice, he says: "I wanna fuck you up the butt." My one antennae dreadlock pokes up, goosebumps become wart-sized on my arms, my skin flushes a searing would-be red, my throat is sandpaper 'cause he said this to me before & I didn't like it then & I don't like it this time & I won't like it tomorrow either. So, I turn to this stranger & I say: "Oh yeah?" & he says: "Yeah." So, I say: "Funny, I was just having some thoughts about you... like maybe we could get naked together, & then slowly I'll take my B I G John henry Hammer & pretend you're the railroad tracks. I got to lay you down faster than the steam engine. But, I promise to only use rusty spikes. I'll save the most corroded, thick and bumpy one for last so I can be slow & careful about it going right through your urethra, through your anus, through your spinal column, bloody into the bed! Okay? When you're firmly pinned, I'll pretend you're Prometheus & I'll be the eagle. I'll flap my arms like fantastic razor edged wings, dance wildly around the room crazed and out of control before I swoop down to rip open you abdomen eat your liver, throw it up, & eat it again! & then, once we've had all that fun... maybe...just maybe...if you whimper soft enough cry out in agony loud enough; grovel on the floor eat your own shit grinning & chanting my glories, I might just let you f.ck me up the butt. So, ready to go? http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=552844
hehe heres one of mine A larkin, Toads Revisited Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred playground noises Beyond black-stockinged nurses- Not a bad place to be. Yet it doesn't suit me, Being one of the men You meet of an afternoon: Palsied old step-takers, Hare-eyed clerks with the jitters, Wax-fleshed out-patients Still vague from accidents, And characters in long coats, Deep in the litter-baskets- All dodging the toad work By being stupid or weak. Think of being them! Hearing the hours chime, Watching the bread delivered, The sun by clouds covered, The children going home; Think of being them, Turning over their failures By some bed of lobelias, Nowhere to go but indoors, No friends but empty chairs- No, give me my in-tray, My loaf-haired secretary, My shall-i-keep-the-call-in-Sir: What else can i answer, When the lights come on at four At the end of another year? Give me your arm, old toad; Help me down Cemetery road.
twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are (seriously that is my favourite poem)
When the clouds are dark and the dogs go bark when the clouds are black and the ducks go quack when the sky is blue and the cows go moooooo think of loverly ellie she'll be thinking of you
my fav poem would be the one my mum used to read me bits of when i was a child hiawatha by longfellow but its way too long to post here
