Teen Dance Movie.

I could dance like that, If I was a teen dynamo. Why didn't anybody ever invest, In me like that? I hate my parents. And all teachers.

I could dance like that, If I was a teen dynamo. Why didn't anybody ever invest, In me like that? I hate my parents. And all teachers.

January 25th, 2010 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Sick Day.

I'm not sick. I shoul go to work. And bring home the bacon. But there's bacon right here. And a rented DVD. Where's the remote?

I'm not sick. I shoul go to work. And bring home the bacon. But there's bacon right here. And a rented DVD. Where's the remote?

You, know when I selected this as a sympathy post, I really thought it was the one about actually being sick. Hm.

January 20th, 2010 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

Romero.

You sick bastard. I love you. Come here for a hug. Crunch!

You sick bastard. I love you. Come here for a hug. Crunch!

January 12th, 2010 | All Poems, Sex and Love Poems | No comments

Joss Whedon.

Will you marry me?

Will you marry me?

January 10th, 2010 | All Poems, Sex and Love Poems | No comments

Buffy.

I would do Anya. I would do Zander. I would do Willow. Maybe even Giles. No, I want to be Giles. Or Zander. Maybe Oz. And still do the others.

I would do Anya. I would do Zander. I would do Willow. Maybe even Giles. No, I want to be Giles. Or Zander. Maybe Oz. And still do the others.

January 2nd, 2010 | All Poems, Sex and Love Poems | No comments

Insomnia.

I can't sleep. I hate sheep. There's nobody to talk to. 24 hour Wal-Mart blows.

I can't sleep. I hate sheep. There's nobody to talk to. 24 hour Wal-Mart blows.

December 27th, 2009 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Not a Penny.

Romaine noodles stuck inside my ribs, Not as satisfying as concrete, No shows, no expensive teeth cleanings, mooching drinks, Borrowing clean clothes, Studying how to pick locks, I wish it was payday.

Romaine noodles stuck inside my ribs, Not as satisfying as concrete, No shows, no expensive teeth cleanings, mooching drinks, Borrowing clean clothes, Studying how to pick locks, I wish it was payday.

December 14th, 2009 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

Work.

I don't want to have a job of any kind, I don't even want to walk to the kitchen to get water, I'll take my days dishonest and free, thank you.

I don't want to have a job of any kind, I don't even want to walk to the kitchen to get water, I'll take my days dishonest and free, thank you.

December 10th, 2009 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

Cold Shower.

Short-tempered, ill-humored, fell best, Son of a bitch, water heater, I curse thee! Curse thee!

Short-tempered, ill-humored, fell best, Son of a bitch, water heater, I curse thee! Curse thee!

December 6th, 2009 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Starbuck.

I wish I could do pushups like you. Apollo is so pretty. You should bend him over. Then let's get a beer.

I wish I could do pushups like you. Apollo is so pretty. You should bend him over. Then let's get a beer.

December 1st, 2009 | All Poems, Sex and Love Poems | No comments