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Thirty-six years ago Singing in the rain My mind filled with dreams of singing inside Somewhere Maybe should have left that dream Dream somewhere Maybe somewhere Like on a Winnipeg farm Somewhere Then I left my dream Somewhere I fought in secret wars for my country Somewhere But, there is no record of it Anywhere But, Somehow I managed to glean other dreams with some (of them) having every color of the rainbow I guess that that would be all of the colors Not all the colors are true I've been told to watch my timbre How can I see what belongs to the ear? So, I tell them where to put their pulgar and number ten my amplitude    Here goes    Go Ahead and chuck-up Miss Bulimia You're running way too high Like A12 hertz I haven't hit and absolute since high school and that one came with too much f****ng dirt    The true witch, Miss Bulimia With pendulums for breast Wanted to entrapped me, slap Some bracelets 'round my fists    I never could paste saccharin on to dog **** And if I could it would not change the taste I hope you find the one you want Someone that never catches you While I sit here and slash both of my wrists    Cutting is such a natural, no frills high Doesn't cost you much But you could die Better than a drug You bleed your heart every time you remember how it starts    A dream    of love    gone    forever    Goodbye Miss Bulimic USA You never could be true is what you said Still living in a lie If you got fat, you'd probably die A head that gives Is only just a head Make fun of me But, wait until I'm dead
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
GOODBYE MISS BULIMIC
Thirty-six years ago Singing in the rain My mind filled with dreams of singing inside Somewhere Maybe should have left that dream Dream somewhere Maybe somewhere Like on a Winnipeg farm Somewhere Then I left my dream Somewhere I fought in secret wars for my country Somewhere But, there is no record of it Anywhere But, Somehow I managed to glean other dreams with some (of them) having every color of the rainbow I guess that that would be all of the colors Not all the colors are true I've been told to watch my timbre How can I see what belongs to the ear? So, I tell them where to put their pulgar and number ten my amplitude    Here goes    Go Ahead and chuck-up Miss Bulimia You're running way too high Like A12 hertz I haven't hit and absolute since high school and that one came with too much f****ng dirt    The true witch, Miss Bulimia With pendulums for breast Wanted to entrapped me, slap Some bracelets 'round my fists    I never could paste saccharin on to dog **** And if I could it would not change the taste I hope you find the one you want Someone that never catches you While I sit here and slash both of my wrists    Cutting is such a natural, no frills high Doesn't cost you much But you could die Better than a drug You bleed your heart every time you remember how it starts    A dream    of love    gone    forever    Goodbye Miss Bulimic USA You never could be true is what you said Still living in a lie If you got fat, you'd probably die A head that gives Is only just a head Make fun of me But, wait until I'm dead
david-ehrgott
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
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