- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Birthday Blues
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Click hereBefore I send this poem, to all those whom have read "The Parts the Same." Let me say this, No I do not have women. The poem was one of current anger towards one woman in particular. That is the type of poet I am. One who shares the moments feelings. I would never in truth harm anyone for that matter. So for those whom were offended, I cast my apology with only a slight hesitation, for that was my moments feeling.
Thank you:
JasperMan
Little lies,
born tonight.
I was born like this.
I came along in September...
With a raddle and cradle
with poor broken embers...
A little big baby
all who said maybe...
I came a crusin through the main stream
and hit life so hard...
My first word was "fuck"
its in the sentence, look it up...
come on through the door,
and life comin at me,
in a blue yard.
Your born to the day,
your born to night,
they say its alright,
but you know...
You were born in September,
you were yesterday,
they say its alright,
but you know...
Its on a tuesday,
so its just another day.
Grave robbin the cradle,
the worlds a ways away...
You stare in your mothers,
she takes monsters away...
You look in your fathers,
and your futures on the way...
Riding that green draggin train,
the live life another day.
And you know...
You were born in the day
you born in the night,
and they say its alright,
but you know...
You were born in September,
You were born yesterday,
and they say its alright,
but you know...
It's all on a tuesday,
so its just another day.
Rock with the raddle,
Rockin in the craddle...
You grow a little older,
and you're now just able...
A grownin boy you'll be,
and this you will see...
The girls on the corner,
oh its just another corner...
But you know its all yours,
and you take it...
Workin on a river rage,
takin up the day...
Seize like great Caesar,
An emperor in his day...
This birthday bash is all for you,
but you know...
You are born in the day,
you are born in the night,
and they say its alright,
but know you...
you know...
You are born in September,
you are born just yesterday,
and they say its alright,
but you know,
yes you know,
oh you know...
It was on a tuesday,
so its all another day.
Title: "Birthday Blues"
Written by: Jasper Man
Friday September 12th 2003
8:09am
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoA robust entry into the world ~ a child who arrived with the idea of full speed ahead.
LeBrozover 17 years agoLyrics don't really work all that well as poetry, especially when it's as obvious as this. The only thing worse is highly abstract prose poetry.
