Posts Tagged ‘sad’

piggie3

I’m the sneaky piggely

I always steal the capsicum

And when the big alpha piggelys come

I pretend to be retarded

 

I’m the sneaky piggely

I pretend to be normal but it never works

And when the big alpha piggleys come

I pretend to be dead

 

I’m the sneaky piggely

I steal the corn leaves and hide in a box

And none of you big alpha piggelys are going to stop me

‘Cos I pretend to be sad

 

I’m the sneaky piggely

I’m disabled and dysfunctional

Please love me alpha piggely

I wish I knew more tricks

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alien_44

Mark my cryptic madness

Love my hopelessness

Talley up my magnificent frenzy

Break my infinite sadness

 

How can you look at me

With your rebellious technology

How will you romance me

With your primitive ancestry

 

How can you look like me

Why do you try to resemble

My insignificant shadows

And my primitive ancestry

 

Now do you see me

Pelican moroseness

Crow feather pain

Under mistletoe

Broken

Lesbians

Posted: March 31, 2017 in poetry
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lesbians

I don’t know why I spend so much time looking at lesbian porn

It is a sad and lonely pastime

I suspect they’re probably just gay for pay

Is it because I can’t imagine myself in the scenario

Or just because I don’t like looking at cocks

I knew a woman

Like a mirror image

Who liked looking at gay male porn

I’m sure that lesbians are 20 percent cooler than straight people

Just because they don’t need men

And they’ve always seemed really cool to me

Let’s face it men suck ass

I hate myself for being a man

I hate myself for being lonely

I hate myself for being fat

I hate myself for being over forty and not young and funky

I am a sad individual

I am going to die alone

 

 

 

velvets

 

When I was in a band

We thought we were going to be famous

And snort cocaine out of groupies’ butt cracks

Get married to some hot models

Or maybe Winona Ryder

And take an amount of drugs that would scare the shit out of Keith Richards

We had a go at doing the drugs

One time we even got paid in Morphine

And pretended to be Lou Reed

Many times I was kicked out of my own gigs

Drunk off my head and acting like a lunatic

So I didn’t have much luck with the women

‘Cos I was too fat and weird

We always did well with the bizarre guys with dreadlocks at the back of the bar

‘Who would love our silly pot songs

And ridiculous attempts to channel Iggy Pop

When the band broke up

‘Cos the other members started breeding

I was sad