The Den

WRITTEN BY MAX

John Donne does not approve.

Here’s a poem called Messages.  Don’t know what was going on when I wrote it.  Don’t know when I wrote it.  Not sure if it’s about me or a friend.  I might have just been listening to a lot of Trio.  Anyway, here is Messages. Remember, you don’t have to read this junk, but if you want to, just click the jump.  There is another poem at the bottom of this one.  It’s called

Messages

Messages

You never send them

I never get them

We never talk much

We never do lunch

You never call me

I never hear from you

Your commitments are never long

This is your self-inspired song

 

Operator

Please let me through

It seems this girl doesn’t think I care

If she could just hear

The way I feel

Then maybe she would see

That we can make it real

We don’t have to live in dreamland

Anymore

 

Please allow me

To state the things

That bug me when I’m alone

I get the feeling

You don’t want things to work out

Because you never talk to me on the phone

I try my hardest

To screw my head on straight

But in the end

The only good feelings I get

Are when I self-copulate

 

I just don’t get it

It used to be so fun

But when I kiss you

I get the feeling

That I’m sucking on a gun

And pretty soon its gonna fire

And I’m gonna be all sad

What with my brains about the ground

While you are feeling glad

 

Just break it off

Stop draggin it out

Ill hurt for awhile

But ill drink your face out of my mind

I swear

———

 

This next one never had a title, other than I saved it as Max19cont…

I gather it is about the zoo.  Looks like it was a haiku maybe.  Anyway, it’s not awful…

 

A rhino at the zoo

 

Runs to the fence

 

The children are scared

 

 

The elephant stands

 

The boy notices

 

A fifth leg

 

 

Mother yells at Billy

 

He wants a hotdog

 

An ostrich eats fruit

 

 

Sharks swim overhead

 

A diver scrubs the tank

 

With a special brush

 

 

Seals bark loudly

 

The alligators hear them

 

And become hungry

 

 

The ticket taker refunds money

 

The patrons walk

 

Lions growl

——

Well, that’s this episode of the Den.

 

Normal
0

false
false
false

EN-US
X-NONE
X-NONE

/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:”Table Normal”;
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-priority:99;
mso-style-parent:””;
mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin:0in;
mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:”Times New Roman”,”serif”;}

Messages

You never send them

I never get them

We never talk much

We never do lunch

You never call me

I never hear from you

Your commitments are never long

This is your self-inspired song

Operator

Please let me through

It seems this girl doesn’t think I care

If she could just hear

The way I feel

Then maybe she would see

That we can make it real

We don’t have to live in dreamland

Anymore

Please allow me

To state the things

That bug me when im alone

I get the feeling

You don’t want things to work out

Because you never talk to me on the fone

I try my hardest

To screw my head on straight

But in the end

The only good feelings I get

Are when I masturbate

GO

I just don’t get it

It used to be so fun

But when I kiss you

I get the feeling

That im sucking on a gun

And pretty soon its gonna fire

And im gonna be all sad

What with my brains upon the ground

While you are feeling glad

Just break it off

Stop draggin it out

Ill hurt for awhile

But ill drink your face out of my mind

I swear

Advertisements

~ by maxaverage on February 23, 2012.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: