It's Where Song's Come From....

It's Where Song's Come From....

A Poem by Crowley
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From some random prompt....

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I wrote this after seeing an actual wolf

I was searching for treasure in Alberta

Like it’s the dragon’s lair, I beg to differ honey

But I did realize there are things scarier than you leaving me

And this song isn’t so much about anything

It just represents a point of disembarkation

And you don’t have to get it

 

We Interrupt this drivel for station identification…

 

     “Where do you get your Song’s?”

 

     "Really?”

 

     “What?”

 

     “That’s the sort of question a third grader might ask?”

 

     “I think your fan’s would like to know.”

 

     “Let me tell you something David……my fan’s don’t ask me stupid questions. All they really want is to hang out, be a part, get a little close, OK man.”

 

     “Sorry.”

 

     “Listen, if you really want to know where I get my songs then open your damned ears, I’m only gonna say this once. Count this down, David.”

 

     “It's Maggie’s dingy thong showing every time she sits down. It’s my grandmother blowing smoke rings with her pipe.  It’s Eddie Vedder in the mother f*****g rafters.  It’s Dolly Parton and her s****y coat.  It’s mom making heart for us kids because she’s making liver for dad and we hate liver.  The only thing is David, heart is no damned consolation to a kid. It’s thinking about how cool it would be to walk on the moon.  It’s smoking a cigarette after the show with Justin Furstenfeld.  It’s shelling out your last hundred bucks to go see the Avett Brothers. Do you see what I’m saying David?  It’s that stupid look on your face right now.”

 

     “OK.”

 

    “Of course you don’t get what I’m saying David.  You are not an actual wolf.  All you got to do is sit down and f*****g listen man…just listen.”

 

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming…

 

She wrote that after lying with an actual wolf

After the proselytizing was done, she was convincing

One word can be a savior, a salve, a poultice for the soul

Which word depends on how far down that road she’s been

You can take her out and sniff your territory together

But when the snow starts blowing and the wind cuts

It will be nothing compared to the bite she takes out of your a*s

 

 Who’s the actual wolf now?


© 2018 Crowley


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Crowley
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I would say I am more of a dragon, enjoyed reading!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Ha!!! Two in one day, I am very grateful, thank you!!!

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