S**t Creek.

Who do you think.

I stick the Q-tip in til I tickle my brains,

but i still cant seem to dig your whisper out of my ear.

When I walk down those tracks where we toked and choked

I can't help but remember the nights

when the sun went down as our eyes went up

and glared at the stars that we entrusted with our secrets.

I hope they kept them, because neither of us could

We ended up butt naked in s**t creek,

with noone to throw us a line, a phrase, or a word.

your whispers wiggle around in my ears, annoying little things.

Your new girls a straight up princess,

and you worship the sidewalk in front of my house,

where she likes to strut and show off those perfectly tanned legs.

whose waist are they wrapped around these days?

 

Not yours, certainly.

Because you left me to make my own way out of S**t Creek,

Where I'm sure your still swimming

waiting for me to throw you a line.

 

 

 

Author's Note

what was her name again?

oh yeah.


whore.

Reviews

[No]

for some reason, i love this the best out of all of yours i've read so far,
i really like the way you used the metaphors all throughout the poem instead of just occasionally,
that made it kickasss for me.

god, i love it,
and give the w***e a pitchfork up the a*s for me please.

i would post my favorite lines, but alas... who cares i'm going to do it anyway.

"I can't help but remember the nights

when the sun went down as our eyes went up

and glared at the stars that we entrusted with our secrets.

I hope they kept them, because neither of us could"

"We ended up butt naked in s**t creek,

with noone to throw us a line, a phrase, or a word.

your whispers wiggle around in my ears, annoying little things."

"whose waist are they wrapped around these days?

Not yours, certainly."

and basically the whole thing.

[Zatoichi]

*ouch*

there's not much worse than an articulate enemy.
great poem