Sunday, November 18, 2007

A depressing poem of sorts

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.


Webster Twelb said...
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Webster Twelb said...

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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kab625 said...

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?

The Shark Guys said...

That's so moving!
(wipes away tear)