Hey, if you don't like it...

Sometimes, when I’m really bored or distraught, I write things down and just have at. Now, funnily enough (yes, in this blog funnily is a word), those things often come out in the form of really horrific, very poetry-like, blather. This amuses me something awful because I generally despise poetry in any form because generally all poetry is quite god-awful and should quickly be put aside and set asunder. Now, while there are many like it, this blog is mine. So, I put what I like. And if you don’t like it, well *spoken through a megaphone* “Suck my balls.”

*scribbled down many moons ago, but it somehow amused me then, and still amuses me now.
Dawn is here the birds will sing
How does the poop know what to bring.

Silly are most fleeting thoughts
Sometimes creepy, a nightmare lost.

Beans, band-aids, and bullets,
Watch your ass from far away toilets.

Wading in sadness is the child inside
Pleasure seeking for one last time.

I never did mind the little things, it’s fun for you and me
But how long must I circle here, I really have to pee.

There’s a painted man with a big red nose, always dancing at my feet
I think that I might stomp on him, a freshly reddened cleat.

Difficult to cope with all of the knowledge that I have
This world is spinning angrily, a truth that’s iron-clad.

I must lye now, like all the bears in winter
For sorely I do believe, in my left nut there’s a splinter.

I’ll end this now with one last thought
Who would win if turtles fought?