My mind isn't working right and I am writing wierd poems. I don't know whats wrong, Maybe I am going crazy.
This isn't what I want from the blues,
I want the smurfs on television calling me up,
Not the flintstones or the jetsons I said the little smurfs,
And then I want the telephone to talk to her for me and say bye,
Or maybe hello but that don't float my boat so it should just tell her bye,
And I want to sail my boat in a big bathtub all the way across it,
And let the whole world try too hit me with cannonballs,
But I don't want them to hit me just come close,
And then maybe let my dog fly away,
And drink a beer for the cat,
After that I will just go to bed,
I think or maybe I won't but just no,
No the bed is evil and possessed by the demons,
So I will sleep on the ground but then there is a hippo,
It will walk on me and make me a flat piece of paper lined it is,
So I will not sleep or anything I will just ride the time machine to today,
And then I will know what is wrong with the tiny fish in the sea,
But never mess with the shark because it will bite you,
I am not lying purple is green and red and blue,
And I will cry a razor tonight here,
And then I will be cut deep.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-02-04 at 08:21
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GTINAOAABAAAINSISABIAA(First Letters)
Get away don't touch me,This isn't what I want from the blues,
I want the smurfs on television calling me up,
Not the flintstones or the jetsons I said the little smurfs,
And then I want the telephone to talk to her for me and say bye,
Or maybe hello but that don't float my boat so it should just tell her bye,
And I want to sail my boat in a big bathtub all the way across it,
And let the whole world try too hit me with cannonballs,
But I don't want them to hit me just come close,
And then maybe let my dog fly away,
And drink a beer for the cat,
After that I will just go to bed,
I think or maybe I won't but just no,
No the bed is evil and possessed by the demons,
So I will sleep on the ground but then there is a hippo,
It will walk on me and make me a flat piece of paper lined it is,
So I will not sleep or anything I will just ride the time machine to today,
And then I will know what is wrong with the tiny fish in the sea,
But never mess with the shark because it will bite you,
I am not lying purple is green and red and blue,
And I will cry a razor tonight here,
And then I will be cut deep.
Poetry by Justin
Read 638 times
Written on 2006-02-04 at 08:21
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