I'm Fine

I'm Fine

A Poem by Scooby

I'm Fine

By: Nick Workman


I’m gonna try to write this

Excuse me while I light this

Puff a million muffins

My plant looks like a fichus

There’s a f*****g plastic dog

Barking at me on a log

But I think my eyes are lying

Cuz it’s barking like a frog

I dreamed I killed a kitten

While the f*****g thing was shittin

I woke up in the morning

And I was simply smitten

I kicked damn baby

And I don’t know, maybe

The cops are coming for me

But don’t worry, baby

I’m ready for a bloodbath

Piggies, feel my wrath

Calculate my fate

But I can’t really do math

I want a f*****g taco

But there’s places I will not go

Taco Bell is f*****g hell

I’m craving some Del Taco

I think I just saw Jesus

Maybe my eyes deceive us

Wait, I’m at a water park

The bikinis! Sweet Jesus!

I slipped and fell, hit my head

Woke up in my f*****g bed

The way my head is spinning

I got a feeling I should be dead

I feel it coming back

It’s not a f*****g act

I told my cousin once

That she had nice rack

I’m scared of pterodactyls

So I called the Ninja Turtles

But the recession’s a f*****g mess n’

They sent a f*****g Squirtle

Ya, the one from Pokèmon

I’m here to pork your f*****g mom

I light the fuse coming from my shoe

Like I’m the f*****g bomb

I took a s**t that grew f*****g arms

The smell set off all the fire alarms

What planet am I on?

I thought I made a left a Mars

I’m stuck at a red light

Who put me on this damn flight?

F**k! I’m blind! Wait...

Who turned out the damn light?!

The darkness makes the voices come

They show me what is really fun

Aggressively, they mess with me

Blow my brains out with a damn gun

Turn around and paint the wall

With my blood cuz after all

I’m out of paint and I’m a f*****g saint

So, no matter what, I cannot fall

But I’m trippin hard on this

I see things you cannot miss

Like dinosaur s**t

Go on… Give it a kiss

Leprechauns in Mexico

People f*****g in the snow

Dancing marijuana plants

Man, you should see how high they grow

Speaking of high, you bet I am

This blunt make me f*****g choke, god damn!

Swimming through a sea of smoke

Wonder if I’m ok, I just say, “I’m fine, man.”

© 2009 Scooby


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Added on December 24, 2009
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Las Vegas, NV



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