Sleepy, Sneezy, Horny, Weepy, Moody, Envy and lonely

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.

3 Responses to Sleepy, Sneezy, Horny, Weepy, Moody, Envy and lonely

  1. Rudi Donnell says:

    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.

  2. 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.

  3. P says:

    Awesome poem!

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