Rantings II
don't wanna sound like an ingrate,
but what have you done for me today
you promised me this magnificent dinner,
then threw a box of macaroni my way
you promised me an evening of hot lovin,
you would wear me out and bring me lots of beer
then when I leaned over to kiss you,
you handed me a ******* and said, here
suddenly you were no longer in the mood,
you had a headache and cramps were here too
I asked how could this have happened so soon,
all you could say to me was “hey **** you”
all thru the rest of the night all you did was *****
I tried to hide from you in the corner of my den
but you even followed me in there, raising a fuss,
said how can you live like this, in this dam pig pen
I looked around at my guitars and my laptop,
had all my music books stacked up real nice
well yes, there were some candy wrappers,
and a day old bowl of pudding made from rice
you said I was totally useless, a useless **** in fact,
I coward even deeper now, as you told me I was dumb
how in the hell could you ever have married me,
I rolled into the fetal pose, ******* on my thumb
2 days later I arose, with stubble on my face,
I stumble into the john, and into the mirror I stared
it seemed to take forever for the focus of my eyes,
I jumped back in horror, the picture made me scared
holy crap, what was that, I heard my voice crackle,
sounding like a rusty gate, WD40 should be used
and when I took a second look, afraid what I would see,
sunken in and swollen, looked like my eyes were bruised
today is gonna be a different day, this is my intention,
going to shower, shave and put on my poet's hat
it is so quiet now, think she has packed and left
gonna miss her a lot, hope she took her ******* cat
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:05 AM UTC
Rantings II
don't wanna sound like an ingrate,
but what have you done for me today
you promised me this magnificent dinner,
then threw a box of macaroni my way
you promised me an evening of hot lovin,
you would wear me out and bring me lots of beer
then when I leaned over to kiss you,
you handed me a ******* and said, here
suddenly you were no longer in the mood,
you had a headache and cramps were here too
I asked how could this have happened so soon,
all you could say to me was “hey **** you”
all thru the rest of the night all you did was *****
I tried to hide from you in the corner of my den
but you even followed me in there, raising a fuss,
said how can you live like this, in this dam pig pen
I looked around at my guitars and my laptop,
had all my music books stacked up real nice
well yes, there were some candy wrappers,
and a day old bowl of pudding made from rice
you said I was totally useless, a useless **** in fact,
I coward even deeper now, as you told me I was dumb
how in the hell could you ever have married me,
I rolled into the fetal pose, ******* on my thumb
2 days later I arose, with stubble on my face,
I stumble into the john, and into the mirror I stared
it seemed to take forever for the focus of my eyes,
I jumped back in horror, the picture made me scared
holy crap, what was that, I heard my voice crackle,
sounding like a rusty gate, WD40 should be used
and when I took a second look, afraid what I would see,
sunken in and swollen, looked like my eyes were bruised
today is gonna be a different day, this is my intention,
going to shower, shave and put on my poet's hat
it is so quiet now, think she has packed and left
gonna miss her a lot, hope she took her ******* cat
Gomer LePoet...
