I’m not sure if it’s the weather but i’m feeling a bit depressed at the moment. I think also too much time online, here’s a poem about it.
Sleepy, sneezy, horny and lonely
Come into my room and fuck me
They keep me behind my screen
Online I appear sorted and serene
Resist urges to update online pages
With “moody’s got the better of me
Please phone and set me free”
My online identity,
Is a pillar of popularity
Inducing new media marketing envy
But envy is my bed fellow
Shrouded in weedy mellow
Cause you can’t go online dancing
So me and weepy are power watching
Weeds the entire 6th Season
Through stunted jerks of buffering
Silence stills of suffering
Try to drown out the shouts
Of these wingy little louts
Who are camping in my room
Erecting around me a tomb
To preserve my PC coma
But I’m no Snow White Roma.
I’m more of a Rapunzel
Looking for her fill
There’s no prince to set me free
It’s just me and weepy, lonely, sneezy,
Sleepy, envy, moody and horny.
And there’s no doc
Rhyming dictionary solves the stumbling block
I’m wondering what’s the point
As I spark another joint.
Hi,
I saw you at the occupation and I was impressed! I’ve been writing a little of my own, feel free to delete if it’s not appropriate here – just couldn’t see any other avenue by which to post.
Hello officer,
Today I have committed, let me see, maybe two, maybe three
Crimes, I think.
My house isn’t mine, the owner died.
I climbed through the letter box and cleaned up the pigeon poo.
And put a notice on the door: squatters rights, if that’s alright with you?
And earlier I bought a tiny blimp, a blackened sheen, a hashish lump
From Morocco. They all smoke it there, father to son, from what I’m aware.
Here, I’m told, it’s severe?
Of course, to the judiciary I must say in honest terms that here is a dishonest man.
But I’m allowed a drink. Or two or three or four. I can end up on the floor.
A pint of best George is what they say but ‘The Usual’ pint of sadness is what I hear.
Just as long as I’m not disorderly, you’ll take me home, officer?
Yes, you say. We’re here to help.
As long as you’ve nothing to hide
You’ve nothing to fear.
I’m ready for you to come for us. And that was beautiful. I love you so much, I feel like I can’t breath. I didn’t see this one coming! Thankyou for loving me and being patient with me. I hope you are well and those you love and all those who have supported you. I can’t wait to see you and spend my life with you. Are you coming today? I love you wanna hold you.
Awesome poem!