Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Bad Poetry


The Grass Looks Like a Fool

The morning is cold,
As I get to school,
The dew is frozen on the grass,
And lookin like a fool

The grass looks like a fool,
Yes it does,
The grass looks like a fool,
Yes, it does

The grass is green right now,
Because it is getting watered,
But soon it will not be green,
Just like your daughter

And the grass will look like a fool,
Yes it will,
The grass will look like a fool,
Yes, it will

No longer will the children play in it,
Because it is un-soft and brown,
Nobody will like grass anymore,
Nobody in the town

And the grass will feel like a fool,
Yes it will,
The grass will feel like a fool,
Yes, it will

But wait, it is going to snow,
And I can’t see the grass because of the snow,
The grass looks white now,
It has a certain kind of glow,

And the grass doesn’t look like a fool,
No it doesn’t,
The grass doesn’t look like a fool,
No, it doesn’t

Wait just kidding I hate white grass,
It’s almost as bad as that brown color,
I guess there really isn’t grass to see,
Because it is all covered,
Except for the spots that are melted,
Because the sun seems to hover,
Over those spots,
So the snow melted into water,

And the snow still looks like a fool,
Yes it does,
The snow still looks like a fool,
Yes, it does. And always will, Phil.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Shake the Dust

Shake the Dust
This is for the freshman. For the imprisoned mad men. For all those people who are still dreamin'. Shake the dust. This is for the junior varsity. For the lack of money. For the child with a sick tummy. For all the dummies. Shake the dust. This is for the minor leaguers. For the cheaters. For the beaters. For the country singers. For the first losers....second place. Shake the dust. This is for the Mondays. For the confused and the dazed. For those lost in a mind maze. For the city with all the smoky haze. Shake the dust. This is for the washed up quarterback who now sits at home on Sundays and watches football and thinks "I can still do that" when he really can't. This is for anybody who guards Kevin Durant. This is for someone who feels as small as an ant, in this world. Shake the dust. This is for all 28 days in February. For the unbelieved in tooth fairy. For those allergic to dairy. For the people who will never marry. Shake the dust. This is for the fat boys, not just the fat girls. For the broken toys. For the forgotten joys. Shake the dust. This is for the people who drink diet soda. For the star athletes from South Dakota, because they don’t have the same opportunities as the athletes from Florida. Shake the dust like you are a chimpanzee with Parkinson’s. Because as the dust and dust piles up, it will be harder and harder to shake it up. And turn around, before the dust buries you under the ground. Shake the dust, because I know, we know, and you know, it’s you’re only shot to. Shake the dust.

Friday, October 1, 2010

DiReCt OrDeRs

Rock out like you're at a rock concert. Like you get to play in the dirt and nobody is going to stop you. Rock out like you have no curfew. Like you just got two slices of your own birthday cake. Rock out like you just took Megan Fox on a date. Like you make poetry and get paid for it. Rock out like you just found your favorite shoes at Ross Dress for Less for only fifteen dollars and they are the perfect fit. Like your mit was just autographed by Derek Jeter. Rock out like the time says 'unlimited' on the parking meter. Like you're not a reader but you just finished a book. Rock out like you have your own personal cook. Like whenever you look someone always looks back and smile. Rock out like you just ran the world record mile. Like you dial the phone number and somebody always picks up. Rock out like you will never run out of luck. Like you never gave up and now you can do whatever you want to do. Rock out because it is the only thing you can do. Because you do what no one else can. Rock out like you are now a man. Like your van was just pimped on Pimp my Ride. Rock out like you never have to run and hide. Because this world is a scary place. And if you don't rock out like you have a pair of aces. Your life will be filled with spaces. So rock out like your life depends on rocking out. Like you know what life is all about.