Posts Tagged ‘house’

easy

 

Take it easy man
No need for crippling shenanigans
No need to shake your bits at women in hats
Or post a picture of your ass to the queen
No need to ramble incoherently in alleyways
Or fulminate at the news
Take it easy man
There has to be an answer to these frenzied puzzle pieces
There has to be a rational reason for the madness
There has to be purpose in fractal craziness
There has to be something meaningful lurking under the beer mats
Or it would be nice if there was something meaningful
Take it easy man
I suspect there is nothing but acres of no purpose
And piles of inconsequential rambling
If you look deeply into the house of mirrors that we call life
And stroke yourself sufficiently
You will realize that your existence is a fart in the breeze

 

methy

If I had a methy girlfriend

Crazy motherfuckers would always be coming over trying to recover drug debts

And we’d be up all night fucking while she was wizzing off her head

If I had a methy girlfriend

She’d keep the place really clean and I could act like a pig

But she might get abscesses from shooting up to much and end up in hospital

If I had a methy girlfriend

I’d encourage her to smoke it

Or to give it up

But she’d probably just run off with her drug dealer

Or start hocking her ass

And leave me all alone in a clean house

 

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Posted: June 16, 2014 in poetry
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The plates have all been used twice or more,
The cigarette butts are piling up towards the sky and the ones on the floor are all neatly emptied of tobacco,
The kitchen is a spectacular nightmare of oozing textures,
There are piles of detritus mixed with cutlery and plates,
And the sink is full of coffee grounds.
Somewhere under there is my kettle, maybe even a lighter.
The floor is covered in empty bumpers, guinea pig poo and empty beer bottles,
My mate is sleeping on the floor on the couch cushions,
The guitar has a broken tuning knob,
There are little plastic bags everywhere,
My brain is dead from too much pot,
I can’t find my bloody keys,
The guinea pigs are piggies and I’m a piggie.