
This poem is about life in general and how some people waste it, are controlled within it or simply just try to play god. It's a little different from stuff I would usually write so I'm not sure if it works! R & R appreciated, much love.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama - Words: 545 - Published: 05-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3021241
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Just Have Fun
I'm sitting here in my seat,
Relaxing, listening to a beat,
Clearing my mind for a treat,
Not trick or treat,
It's not hallows eve,
But you have to believe,
Believe in the monster we all see,
He is hiding under what you want to be,
Cherish him.
He will set you free.
But,
You have to follow the creed,
You have to pay attention to the rules,
You have to play along,
Or else you will be left a fool.
Handicapped in a cap,
You're trying to stop the drool dripping from your trap,
You're a marionette.
…
Running down the street at a high velocity,
You're high,
Not stoned,
You're throwing stones at the 503.
That's the police,
Hating them because they don't see,
All of the atrocities,
Imprinted in your memories,
And they make you feel,
Temporarily real but your fake,
Merely breaking the seal of a pack,
Within a pack of wolves.
You are sitting on a stool,
As they circle around you,
Predatorily,
They don't make a sound
When they snap
And your found
And you're wrapped
In bubble wrap
Oozing bubbly crap in the woods
While you've got a woody,
And you're bloody.
Not bloody Sunday but bloody enough to make a sundae
With your head
And no one cares
Because you're dead.
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Now all the mourners swarm
They are complaining
It's not warm outside in the graveyard
But their hearts are warm enough to be cold,
To do what they're told,
To always fold,
To never ever be bold.
Their brains are swollen
Swollen to a lump.
Air has been pumped,
To make a cancerous bump,
That's soft like a flump,
And you flunk
All of life's exams
Only to find
You've been damned
But
God damn
You're going to hell
Ring-a-ling goes the dinner bell,
The place is hot and they tell
you,
Forever you'll sweep
With a dark broom,
Married to a demon groom,
Entrapped in a room,
Cause your doomed,
Eaten off a spoon,
This is held by a goon,
Formally known as the unholy lord,
Who will never be bored
enough
To cut
Your chain with a sword.
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The moral is,
When god is pissed,
When he is taking a piss,
Taking a whizz,
Pissed on a righteous spliff,
Having a childish tiff,
Messing with your life,
Making you stiff,
Making you sore,
Making your girlfriend a whore,
When you fall of the horse,
Because the saddle is too coarse,
It's lumpy and bumpy,
The creatures irate,
Dwindling his hands of fate,
Just remember you can give,
Yourself a break,
Have a kit-kat,
Get fat,
Reconcile with your dad,
Enjoy the little things, be an optimist, not sad,
Before you go straight mad,
Remember the good times you have had,
The first time you walked,
A crazy childhood fad,
A hawk's squawk that you thought was rad,
Your best friend chad and his black cat you loved to pat,
Please look ahead before you are forever dead,
Before the eulogies are read,
Before all is said and done,
Absorb the sun
But
Most importantly
Just have fun.
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