punchupatatigge
11-10-2006, 12:35 AM
I Can't Wait All Day to Anticipate
You said you escaped the Martians
using only a needle-nosed hammer
that you bought with the ounce of weed I found
tucked beneath the bead sheets.
Amongst the cookie crumbs,
scandalously driven one day
by the way she kept moving her thumbs,
dialing the operator at all hours of the night.
“But I wanted someone to talk to,” was her excuse.
Combine that with how she escaped
out of that mental institute,
no wait, I can’t combine those,
it would be too normal.
Making me more nervous than shaken
from the amount of pills I need to constantly swallow.
Three of the blue and two of the yellow
before I wake up,
and then six of the red pills after I fall asleep.
No, I think it’s really....never-mind, that’s right.
I find myself asking her when the anticipation is going to kick in,
because I can’t wait.
She left a note on the table this morning explaining,
“Don’t be surprised today if the cops stop by
or try to barge in.”
I guess I can sympathize with her past,
when she was only thrown bones half of the time
until she broke one and had to wear a cast.
But I love her, for as much as money is worth,
which is little to nothing sometimes
when you spend all day searching
and still can’t find a way to get a foot,
even in your own front door.
A Mute Confession
Two days ago, twenty year old Belle was pushed off a bridge.
EDIT: Dear Diary entry from three days ago:
"Can a blind man love at first sight?
Can a broken man stare up to the clouds?"
She committed suicide.
EDIT: Fabricated autopsies indicate alcoholism.
Conclusion: She fell.
A mute confession
Of denial.
Ten years ago, thirty year old John tied a knot.
Pristine-eyed Belle was slashed by her father
EDIT: Shattered bottles ran rampant in the house.
Defective Belle shattered.
EDIT: It was just a cut.
Conclusion: She stepped on broken glass.
Where a teardrop once was
A lake was found.
Two hours ago, fourty year old John shot himself.
Rotten-eyed John succumbed to the weight.
EDIT: His daughter had died
Defective John had finally shattered.
EDIT: He was a depraved abuser
Conclusion: He didn't deserve to live.
Ten years ago
John threw his family off a bridge.
You said you escaped the Martians
using only a needle-nosed hammer
that you bought with the ounce of weed I found
tucked beneath the bead sheets.
Amongst the cookie crumbs,
scandalously driven one day
by the way she kept moving her thumbs,
dialing the operator at all hours of the night.
“But I wanted someone to talk to,” was her excuse.
Combine that with how she escaped
out of that mental institute,
no wait, I can’t combine those,
it would be too normal.
Making me more nervous than shaken
from the amount of pills I need to constantly swallow.
Three of the blue and two of the yellow
before I wake up,
and then six of the red pills after I fall asleep.
No, I think it’s really....never-mind, that’s right.
I find myself asking her when the anticipation is going to kick in,
because I can’t wait.
She left a note on the table this morning explaining,
“Don’t be surprised today if the cops stop by
or try to barge in.”
I guess I can sympathize with her past,
when she was only thrown bones half of the time
until she broke one and had to wear a cast.
But I love her, for as much as money is worth,
which is little to nothing sometimes
when you spend all day searching
and still can’t find a way to get a foot,
even in your own front door.
A Mute Confession
Two days ago, twenty year old Belle was pushed off a bridge.
EDIT: Dear Diary entry from three days ago:
"Can a blind man love at first sight?
Can a broken man stare up to the clouds?"
She committed suicide.
EDIT: Fabricated autopsies indicate alcoholism.
Conclusion: She fell.
A mute confession
Of denial.
Ten years ago, thirty year old John tied a knot.
Pristine-eyed Belle was slashed by her father
EDIT: Shattered bottles ran rampant in the house.
Defective Belle shattered.
EDIT: It was just a cut.
Conclusion: She stepped on broken glass.
Where a teardrop once was
A lake was found.
Two hours ago, fourty year old John shot himself.
Rotten-eyed John succumbed to the weight.
EDIT: His daughter had died
Defective John had finally shattered.
EDIT: He was a depraved abuser
Conclusion: He didn't deserve to live.
Ten years ago
John threw his family off a bridge.