It's A Good Day To Have Some FunA Poem by Pussman
I step outside into the sun
The morning seems to have just begun
It's a good day to have some fun So I put on some shoes and socks I went outside and turned all the locks I walked calmly for a few blocks When I started to go for a run I started to realize the beat Of the pitter patter of my feet Every time they hit the concrete I looked at the time and it was one By then I had started to sweat My clothing and face were soaking wet I had gone for miles I bet When I saw a few girls and a nun I started to talk with these girls All of their heads were covered with curls One of them said her name is Pearl A handsome man came; I was outdone It was time for me to depart I felt hungry with pain in my heart So I walked right up to a cart And I ordered a hotdog and bun After I ate, I called a car And he took me to the nearest bar I arrived and heard a guitar I walked in and ordered a cold one There I met a girl who was Dutch And while we talked, we drank way too much Going on about such and such And after a while, the room spun Well I was absolutely screwed And then the bartender called me rude So then we got into a feud And I am pretty sure that I won After that mess, we went outside And we decided to call a ride We went to the place I reside Driver asked for a tip, but got none We got in and took off our shoes And we also drank a bit more booze Then suddenly, I blew a fuse When she mentioned that she had a son I was loud; she told me to stop But that did it and I blew my top She grabbed a phone and called a cop And I went over and grabbed my gun She had escaped from my rigor And then I had lost all my vigor Gun to my chest, pulled the trigger And then my body felt a great stun So that day I hadn't survived It was some time before they arrived And then I couldn't be revived So then my entire life was done © 2010 Pussman |
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