Personal Contradiction
Somedays he walks right out the door,
riding people's nerves before sunrise.
Explicit chanting, drunken ranting.
Here comes the police, oh what a surprise.
So God forbid
all this simple $#!+.
Can't he do one thing right?
Making social security numbers out of drug ratings,
his future ain't looking bright.
Leading riots from mental institutes,
wreaking havoc with a simple excuse.
Stating "We're the mentally ill kids.
Bother us and we'll use lawsuits."
Speeding across interstates,
making high-speed record time.
His excuse to the police officer,
"I thought the speed limit were those badge-shaped signs."
So God forbid
all this simple $#!+.
Can't he do one thing right?
Making retards look like geniuses,
it's better that he stay out of sight.
Drinking booze and smoking mary jane,
there goes that low IQ.
No wonder his wife, "Mary Joe-ane",
left him and made off with the booze.
When it came to court with his divorce,
he made a Jerry Springer out of the case.
He stated he had an affair with the judge's wife,
so the judge ridded of that drugee without any haste.
So God forbid
all this simple $#!+.
Can't he do one thing right?
Please try and lay those retarded ways
to rest and call it a night.
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Great job!!
That sent me reeling back to my high school days.
Hey, Goth_Scene_Kid, I
Hey, Goth_Scene_Kid,
I thought this was the best part of your poem:
Speeding across interstates,
making high-speed record time.
His excuse to the police officer,
"I thought the speed limit were those badge-shaped signs."
It's different and imaginative. In fact, I think it would make a good beginning for this piece. I also really like Somedays he walks right out the door, / riding people's nerves before sunrise and Making social security numbers out of drug ratings. Those lines give me some insight and, again, are different. That's what you want to aim for instead of telling the reader what you want him to think. You don't have to preach. I think if you weeded out the bits that were more like those I mentioned and forgot about trying to find words that rhymed, you'd start to develop this into a pretty good poem. Good start.
Donna Smith
GOOD JOB
baby! you did a good job on a cool piece :) love you!
baby,you are a neverending dream that came true
iloveyou.