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3/31/2004

Traffic in Paradise

Moon cake
My cake named Jake
Fell in a lake
And made butterflies
Of her eyes
I wonder what blue tastes like
Like paradise
Or marshmallow
Or some strange combination thereof
I think it would taste more like flying
Flying form France
Crying in your pants
Like paradise
By the dashboard light
Pause
Are there cars on the moon
Or traffic even
Or LSD
Stopped at a red light
Rehab
Control
Chaos
Like paradise
Balance
The force
Alcohol
I have a problem
A drinking problem
Splash
Like in airplane
In paradise

3/30/2004

Cake, pt. 2

I enjoy spare change
And dead babies
Stop with the damn dead baby jokes
So a pirate walks into a bar
Have you seen the pirate movie
Rated arg
It’s driving me nuts
Favorite joke ever
Plastic poop poop plastic
One time I was weirded out
It’s a song about masturbation
Turning Japanese
I really think so
They probably masturbate a lot
He’s away and he’s got the pictures
Navy slang
Turkey jerky
I’ll marinate your chicken
I have no idea
Stroking the Muppet
I am enjoying this
Especially since I played Japanese porn games all day
The April fools concert
I am such a group of him
Rabbit rabbit white rabbit
It’s supposed to being good luck
April fools
Ahhahaha
I think this poem is over

3/29/2004

Cake

Doorknob
It reminds me of farting
On a door under the sea
I wish I were Richard Nixon
Me too
So I could fart in the oval office
Let’s so the twist
I am uncomfortable with the direction this is taking
Me too
Stop saying me too
Bite me
Please
Hard
On the nipple
Ouch
This just went to hell
And by hell we need sex
Doorknob

3/28/2004

Dead Birds

You stabbed a yellow baby chick
It was funny
I heard it scream

3/27/2004

The Vince Man

She journeyed many miles
O’er hill and countryside
To see the boy’s many smiles
And to become his fair bride

He is going to drive Darby to the derby to get down and dirty.
They will wine and dine and then he will say you’re mine, babe.

3/25/2004

We Want Cake

Should be at our meeting
Yummy yummy goodness
I’ll get it
I’ll get it from a box
I’ll get it from a fox
I’ll get it on the rocks
I’ll get it with some locks
I’ll get it in my socks
I’ll get it from some hawks
I’ll get it at the docks
I’ll get it wearing smocks
I’ll get it like a venereal disease
I’ll get it or I’ll lose my hair
I’ll get it.
I got it.
Good?
When something is really easy, and by easy I mean yummy, do you call it a cakewalk?

3/04/2004

Overload

Hot florescent dogs
Engaging in peppermint orgies
On the stage
Singing
Their cries reaching to God
In the beginning God created your mom
And a Crayola blue skies
Filled with silly putty
And German hot dogs
Crayola sun god
M&M rainbows
Ohh, I like that
I also like tea
Wait no, I am thinking of Jesse Jackson
No, just his bones
Howls reaching up to the sky
Wiener schnitzel
“I will wiener your schnitzel
With my German hot dog,”
I said to Kim Deal on our first date.

3/03/2004

To Dead Bugs

Squish
Stomp
Scrape
He had it coming

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