![]() I have measured out my life with coffee spoonsA Poem by Mohl083![]() why the hell did i save this one?![]()
The mandolin music in the background I guess it’s been there forever But I never recognized it before. You settled too early Cashed in your chips And left the table Before the hot black girl In the lime tube top Got drunk And lost the green nuisance I hope Matlock was entertaining. How does it feel Knowing Scarlett Johansson Is forever beyond your grasp? Her breasts are too perfect And she makes Phoebe Cates Look like my grandmother. No one but you Still goes to K Mart. Six packs of Coors On wobbly shelves Covered in dust. Those flowers in the vase— Where did you find sunflowers At this time of year? Can you feel passion In paint strokes? Can your tongue taste pride In a dead mans dry blood? Go home and lay on your couch The lawn can be mowed tomorrow. What hunger did you once have That you satisfied With a grilled cheese sandwich When you wanted roast beef? Some are born great Some achieve greatness Some have greatness thrust upon ‘em He is only known as “the little boy” History has forgotten his name The years have flattened his grave But what we remember And will always remember Is the wolf And how the boy’s flesh Hung from his jowls Muffling his cries. Anakin scorched away his flesh And was reborn as a lord. Lucifer fell for nine days And awoke a king On a lake of fire. Who else has lost everything And gained so much? The ship sails South From the land of ice and darkness The monster watches the corpse burn And weeps not for the death Of his father But for the loss of his enemy. We couldn’t all be cowboys And soon We won’t need astronauts anymore But you can always be a mailman. © 2008 Mohl083 |
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