- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I want to be
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Click hereI want to be a hot dog vendor
on a filthy New York Street
have all the risen dough boys
envy my simplicity.
I wish I was
I wish I was
Paul Gauguin on an island
eating little brown pussy
while coconuts drop by me
Yeh, that'd be freakin neat...
coconuts at my feet!
Failure is not an option!
And how many boxes do I have to think outside of?
Wednesday
1:45-2:00 PM (penciled in) Alicia!!!. (wrote in later i.e. 4:05) Bitch claws worse than me on my way to top, I should have known by that smile she had me by the balls
2:00-4:00 PM Meeting. My "we need to stem the loss" speech. (wrote in later i.e. 4:06) That fucking Alicia picked apart my position on the options. Came up with a better plan. She, not even a man thinkin she's better than me
Well, under the bridge and over the dam!
Damn! Damn! Damn!
5:45 PM Britney called: She is tired of my indescresions, how did she find out she? She said she is leaving me. Well, what about my needs!
Oh Damn It All
I wish I was
I wish I was
some urinepantsedshitpoet
not like the jerks in tweed
shackin up with an addled brain girl
or two, too satisfy my needs
No!
I want to be a hot dog vendor
married to a little five foot dear
who lives just to cook for me
(she'd look like Camille Paglia
only heavier from the pasta).
Spend lovely evenings
with my TV and my beer.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaover 16 years agoI'm not so sure about breathing the fresh air, what with the "urinepantsedshitpoet" and all. But it is a great poem to enjoy with "with my TV and my beer."
UnderYourSpellover 16 years agoIt's all there isn't it? Life how we are forced to live it by circumstances and the need, the longing to escape to a simpler way of life ... but is simpler any better?
Anonymousover 16 years agoThough my schedule is not so monotonously hectic as the hero's, I've more than once wished to sweep floors or stock shelves, late at night when everyone is gone.
LeBrozover 16 years agoExcellent & original poem. A unique presentation, unlike so many cookie cutter pieces that all start to sound alike. Sounds like a middle management level frustrated pencil pusher with dreams of another blissful life. But about Camille .. .. those piercing eyes that miss nothing; oh well, everyone their own fantasy. But those penciled in day planner notations .. .. was indiscretions deliberately spelled that way to reflect upon and suggest our hero's shortcomings?<br>
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A breath of fresh air with which to start today's readings.
