Back From the Dead

i wrote this last spring. i think it's kind of appropriate it be the first one i put back up...

 

Strippers flaunt their saggy tits

And bruised asses

For drunken old men

And sober teenagers

Who don’t mind the hour drive

To see what the fuss is all about.

Bad 80’s rock music plays

While high school dropouts

Smell of Vaseline and discount body spray

Dance underneath neon lights.

Her n*****s are like oversized pepperonis

On an individual sized pizza.

 

Crocodiles with alarm clocks in their bellies

Follow behind

Driving me crazy with the incessant

Tick tock tick tock.  

 

Mice scurry about our feet.

Standing in line with crying babies

Life slips away 15 and 20 minutes

At a time.

Little toy boats take us down

Enchanted rivers and through story books.

The puppet’s strings now visible

Through the eyes of age.

 

We rest in the house of Tom Bombadil

Feasting on roast mutton and pints of stout.

Hal’s ring flashes green

So he leaves, while no one pays attention.

Bruce drains his mug of every drop of blood,

Clark fumbles with sexual inadequacy,

Diana’s still a f*****g w***e.

 

Bunnies hop along the road

Passing the old man and his cross.

They hop on his shoulders

To look around

And to be seen.

Jelly beans fall from the sky

No, there aren’t any more Sweet Tarts.

 

A skeleton grasps my writst

So he can re-ensnare me to the radiator.

Phlegyas rows me across the river

Chuckling to himself

Over some internet joke

He forwarded around the office.

“Don’t worry, lad”

Says the pink rabbit on the boat’s helm

“Only two months left till summer.”