Monday, March 17, 2008

if i was in a cage and i wanted to write a poem, i wouldnt: a parody

6 and 2
4 and 9
7 and who gives a bird shit
im in a fucking cage
shore nuf, these broom
pusher, men lover, c.s. guys
blabberblabberblabber
throw me a stool
a sky on fire
a tea party w/ my dream man
“pass the sugar” Benito would say
but his rope tie
kept knocking over the creamer
and i nibble typewriter keys
and toilet paper like N.Y.
finger sandwiches
[randomasschinesesymbolb.s.]
i try to get a view of the Grand Tetons
pee-tons poo-tons
but
these damn bars keep getting in the way…

Rachael Jones

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