Death Metal, Evil Babies, and Green Pubes.

Death Metal, Evil Babies, and Green Pubes.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.
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Creds to Ethan Leon x4523442346435

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Now, lets review. What did you do today?

Watched the sun rise and fall and rise again in one sitting, ate some chocolate cake, and wrote a poem about my insomnia.

Oh, how original, what else?

Peed?

Annnd?

Touched Myself?

Annnnnd?

What the f**k else am I supposed to do? The roads are icier than a gangster with a record label.

You could tell your Grandpa dirty jokes in Spanish.

No, he bought a Spanish/English Dictionary.

You could go down to the chinese place and talk to that asian guy that doesnt know very much English and talks like an evil baby?

I'd prefer to sit here in my underwear and talk to myself.

You could clean your room. I think the fruit flies are scheming against us.

I like them. I named the one with the gimp wing Buzz.

Oh, your clever.

I know. You don't have to tell me.

Yes, I do. You're really hard on yourself.

I know. Lay off. Don't wory, I'm not going to kill myself.

Of course not. You listen to Death Metal, You can't die.

You know what upsets me?

People wearing turtles necks?

The fact that I'll never be able to grow a beard. 

Oh, what a terrible predicament.

If I had a beard, I'd dye it green.

Yeah, then it would match your pubes.

F**k you.

You already did that once today. It was rape. I said no but I knew I wanted it.

You're a sick individual.

I get that alot.

Sorry, I couldnt hear you there was food in my mouth.

This is getting out of hand.

"My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth, my thoughts were so looouuuddd"

Thats a good song."

Why do I always find things in the last place I look?

Because when you find them you stop looking.

I just sneezed.

And you didn't cover your mouth. You rebel, you.

I believe the time has come for us to depart. There is sleep to miss out on.

Don't get cryptic on me now.

Go have another staring contest with your piggy bank or something.

B***h.

© 2008 Chloe Madison Taylor.


Author's Note

Chloe Madison Taylor.
just trying it out.

is it weird that one of the voices in my head had a British accent?
Yeah, i didnt think so.

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you're a fun freaky conversationalist
do multiple personalities keep secrets from one another?

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