I'm not much of a poet, but its 12:25 am right now and I really want to post something compelling and thought-provoking. Something that really represents the human condition. So, here it is. A Depressing Poem of Sorts By Gary I’m so depressed I could beat a cat, With my metallic baseball bat. I could walk down the street with pants on my head, And chew on a piece of poisonous lead. I’m so depressed I could walk out on my job, And hang with my friend, “special needs Bob.” Life means nothing, to me anymore Because I found out my mom is a whore.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
A depressing poem of sorts
Posted by Gary at 12:25 AM
Labels: cats, Depression, funny, moms
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5 comments:
Well this is nice..i think. but it'll be banned in my country...i think the church's not gonna like this stuff...
^_^
on the other side....there's a poet inside you...
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You poem is hilarious, but you must, absolutely must lose the beat the cat baseball bat thing. Please? I know it's in jest, but pleas4?
That's so moving!
(wipes away tear)
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