I chased you with a lawnmower The mower of my past My past is full of diesel fuel You spilled on the grass The grass turned some weird a*s color The color of my pain My pain is in my a*s right now God you drive me insane Is sanity something we all lose when losers come around She was round like a meaty Zeppelin that got to close to the ground The ground that's covered in diesel fuel you spilled you little fool The fool is in a deck of cards What will I do with you
I so enjoy a quirky poem - its almost like a stream of conciousness write - one word or phrase a jumping off point to the next. Well done.
My pain is in my a*s right now - that made me laugh
I write just for the hell of it
A way to spend some time
Blurting out in cyber space
Whatever's on my mind
Maybe funny maybe tragic
Emotional and raw
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