Sunday, October 17, 2010

Bad Poetry


I'm Fly
I was walkin down the street, looking so fly
People took a double take, as they walked by.
I tripped on a traffic cone and it ruined my groove
But no worries, I still got the moves
I’m fly
Like a kite in the sky
I’m fly
It is no lie
I’m a straight up G, most people would agree
It’s no surprise, everyone worships me
They bow to me, like I’m a queen
Even though I’m lean, I still like pinto beans
I’m fly
Like a kite in the sky
I’m fly
It is no lie

Direct Orders

Rock out like you just got your first kiss, like it's your last day, like your favorite football team just won the superbowl. Rock out as if heaven were on earth, like you just met your favorite celebrity, like you would on your wedding night. Rock out like work was canceled, like waking up from a long nap, like your high on weed. Rock out like no one is watching, like you won an olympic gold medal, like you can see for the first time. Rock out like opening presents on christmas day, like when your favorite song is on the radio, like a rockstar, Rock out like you just aced a test, like your falling in love, like you found a twenty dollar bill in your pocket. Rock out

Shake the Dust

This is for the homo's, for the homeless, for the heartless. This is for the suicidal, for the sentimental, for the scared. Shake the dust. This is for the broken hearted, for the believers, for the beggars. This is for the unemployed, for the unsuccessful, for the underdogs. Shake the dust. This is for the nerds, for the neglected, for the naked. This is for the anorexic girls, for the abandoned, for the abnormal. Shake the dust. This is for the malnurished, for the marijuana smokers, for the mad. This is for the late bloomers, for the last one picked, for the longing. Shake the dust. This is for the depressed, for the drug addicts, for the debtors. This is for the shallow, for the shameless, for the shrimps. Shake the dust. This is for the cancer patients, for the criminals, for the crowd pleasers. This is for the hungry, for the hurt, for the helpless. Shake the dust!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you like girls think about shoes, like dancers think about moves, like boys think about boobs. I'm thinking about you like hair thinks about growing, like grandma's think about sewing, like dumb people think about not knowing. I'm thinking about you like shoes think about feet, like vegetarians think about meat, like dogs think about treats. I'm thinking about you like the poor thinks about money, like carrots think about bunnies, like comedians think about being funny. I'm thinking about you like spring thinks about flowers, like Austin thinks about powers. I'm think about you like clouds think about rain, like surgeons think about brains, like emo's think about pain. I'm thinking about you like cats think about mice, like asians think about rice, like hair thinks about lice.