why
why what
why of all things did you choose this
choose what
dont
dont what
dont fuck with me you know what i mean
i didnt
dont
dont what
dont spout that shit about being an alcoholic and not having a choice
i didnt
fuck
fuck what
fuck you is what
please dont
why
why what
why after everything should i not say fuck you
im dead
and
i tried
no you didnt you gave up you quit
please matt
no
believe me
im sorry but i cant
what was i to do
deny who i was
or
leave you boys behind
what kind of choice is that
you know youre right
that is a difficult choice
but
those werent your options
we loved you regardless
youre right
i know
im sorry
i know
i love you
i know
god i cant believe im talking to you
youre not
fuck
exactly
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Pirate Poetry?
despite the hair pulled to a greasy ponytail
the months spent apart once he set sail
despite the eye, covered and patched
the voice that grated, sawed, and scratched
despite the girls with whom she knew he would flirt
the parrot which squawked and shat on his shirt
despite the beer, the rum, and the whiskey
the slur of his speech as he got a bit frisky
despite dirty jokes with masts, cannons, and oars
the drunken encounters with prostitutes and whores
despite the fact that he couldn't always "fire it"
the man that she loved was a damn dirty pirate
the months spent apart once he set sail
despite the eye, covered and patched
the voice that grated, sawed, and scratched
despite the girls with whom she knew he would flirt
the parrot which squawked and shat on his shirt
despite the beer, the rum, and the whiskey
the slur of his speech as he got a bit frisky
despite dirty jokes with masts, cannons, and oars
the drunken encounters with prostitutes and whores
despite the fact that he couldn't always "fire it"
the man that she loved was a damn dirty pirate
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Guess Not
"I have only one yardstick by which I test every major problem - and that yardstick is: Is it good for America? "
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
The boots fall in time, in step, in rhythm
Pounding, beating, drumming with precision.
These boots must overcome hunger, pain, and poverty
As they march on the capitol to gain their sovereignty.
In the battle that follows, many men give their lives,
For their country, their freedom, their children, their wives.
Ecstatic, triumphant, the troops give a cheer
Expecting US aid will soon be drawing near.
The troops wave their flags, calling our planes
Then run for cover as their flags burst into flames.
Their leaders radio for aid on their flank
Then fall silent as the tower is struck by a tank.
A man stands patient, watching the news
As the triumphant youths find themselves beginning to lose.
As Soviet troops fall in line, in step, in rhythm
Pounding, beating, killing with precision.
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
The boots fall in time, in step, in rhythm
Pounding, beating, drumming with precision.
These boots must overcome hunger, pain, and poverty
As they march on the capitol to gain their sovereignty.
In the battle that follows, many men give their lives,
For their country, their freedom, their children, their wives.
Ecstatic, triumphant, the troops give a cheer
Expecting US aid will soon be drawing near.
The troops wave their flags, calling our planes
Then run for cover as their flags burst into flames.
Their leaders radio for aid on their flank
Then fall silent as the tower is struck by a tank.
A man stands patient, watching the news
As the triumphant youths find themselves beginning to lose.
As Soviet troops fall in line, in step, in rhythm
Pounding, beating, killing with precision.
Together, We Both Go Down
The moon’s glow doth give you light
As I rise from my knee this fateful night.
And we, embracing, profess our love
Then liken our souls to the morning dove.
As we, weeping, throw our bodies to the night
Forever together in darkness as the world turns to light.
As I rise from my knee this fateful night.
And we, embracing, profess our love
Then liken our souls to the morning dove.
As we, weeping, throw our bodies to the night
Forever together in darkness as the world turns to light.
Empty Bottles, Empty Promises
Empty bottles, empty promises,
Empty life for your wife and kids.
You seek to hide from your own dark truths,
Forever scarring two innocent youths.
Life of hardship, life of sorrow,
Life which made you dread tomorrow.
Bottles of filth you swore tasted good,
Hateful little cans that robbed your manhood.
“Who are you sir and where is my father?
Your life is a joke; you are a bother.
Tell him, man, when he’s done having fun
Tell him this message from his youngest son:
Heavy slumber from you which you would not wake,
How many bottles did it take?
I will not falter, I will not cry,
As I did on the first night you died.”
Empty life for your wife and kids.
You seek to hide from your own dark truths,
Forever scarring two innocent youths.
Life of hardship, life of sorrow,
Life which made you dread tomorrow.
Bottles of filth you swore tasted good,
Hateful little cans that robbed your manhood.
“Who are you sir and where is my father?
Your life is a joke; you are a bother.
Tell him, man, when he’s done having fun
Tell him this message from his youngest son:
Heavy slumber from you which you would not wake,
How many bottles did it take?
I will not falter, I will not cry,
As I did on the first night you died.”
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