9:45 P.M.
Sometimes you write things with then intent to just blow off steam, or to cool your heated temper.
I wrote this never intending to have anyone read it.
One night while I was up at Insomnia's open mic night my friend took it up to the mic while I was in the bathroom. I heard him screaming the lines of my poem and I cracked up laughing in the bathroom.
I couldn't seem to zip up my pants fast enough to get out there to take the poem from him.
He received compliments all night on the poem and I cringed.
I couldn't believe anyone could enjoy such nonsense....
Dork
dork dork dork
i want to beat you with a fork fork fork
you're such a dork dork dork
it rhymes with pork pork pork
i wish you'd move to new york new york new york
you're suck a geek geek geek
you think you're sheek sheek sheek
you make me wanna take a leak leak leak
i want to smack you in the beak beak beak
you're such a geek geek geek
i probably wont hear from you for weeks weeks weeks
but i dont care care care
cause you're never there there there
i want to sprinkle you with nare nare nare
till you are bare bare bare
cause you're not fair fair fair
maybe you shouldn't play with your underware underware underware
so maybe you should just drop dead dead dead
and get me out of your hollow head head head
take back the shit that you fed fed fed
and think about this poem instead instead instead
i hope you turn red red red
and remember what i said said said......
By: Kelly T
