#garfield - Hello Poetry

Close the door. Put in your IV, dopamine drip With sympathy blaring like a trumpet through your ears. Down the staircase. wait by the road, Spare the commuters the trauma. Creeping across the bicherman, walking dead. Reanimated by duty, or was it instinct. ‘I look good disheveled’ haircut screaming otherwise, clothes hanging off of you like a bad omen. Shuffle into the car, driver already half infected, indifference swearing as an old drunk would. I care because I’m paid to. I’m very co-operative when I have no other Choice. At the workplace, brutalist demeanours, menial brutality. Welcome me back to reality with plastered smiles, they smell your ambivalence. Shelter in the breaking room, delay the inevitable. punch into the machine ‘64’ ‘D7’ coffee and confectionery like rudimentary medicine. Collapse at the desk, you skin loosens. Falls off. a slow 37.5 hour decay begins.

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Nov 4, 2024

Nov 4, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC

dociledoodoohead

Monday

Close the door. Put in your IV, dopamine drip With sympathy blaring like a trumpet through your ears. Down the staircase. wait by the road, Spare the commuters the trauma. Creeping across the bicherman, walking dead. Reanimated by duty, or was it instinct. ‘I look good disheveled’ haircut screaming otherwise, clothes hanging off of you like a bad omen. Shuffle into the car, driver already half infected, indifference swearing as an old drunk would. I care because I’m paid to. I’m very co-operative when I have no other Choice. At the workplace, brutalist demeanours, menial brutality. Welcome me back to reality with plastered smiles, they smell your ambivalence. Shelter in the breaking room, delay the inevitable. punch into the machine ‘64’ ‘D7’ coffee and confectionery like rudimentary medicine. Collapse at the desk, you skin loosens. Falls off. a slow 37.5 hour decay begins.

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There on a Wing of a Boeing Was Garfield A cat Walking on the wing At 30,000ft in the air. Am I hallucinating Or dreaming Or is the reality??!!

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Mar 19, 2019

Mar 19, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC

Toxicyeti

Air Garfield

There on a Wing of a Boeing Was Garfield A cat Walking on the wing At 30,000ft in the air. Am I hallucinating Or dreaming Or is the reality??!!

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Two camps, divided; On which one will I stay? Little did I know The road I took Would **** me someday

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Apr 14, 2017

Apr 14, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC

imperfect-visage

boray

Two camps, divided; On which one will I stay? Little did I know The road I took Would **** me someday

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Irreplaceable you, Drifting into my world With so little a care As the heat of the evening Turned into a sordid affair Irreplaceable you, Riding me gently, tamer Of heavy waves Tangled together in shadows -- For you, I’ll always misbehave Irreplaceable you, Slipping from my grasp And into another’s -- Trembling toward your kiss Tell me I’m your only lover Irreplaceable you, But replaceable me Left to wilt at the shoreline While you sailed off to sea.

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Apr 14, 2017

Apr 14, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC

imperfect-visage

irreplaceable you

Irreplaceable you, Drifting into my world With so little a care As the heat of the evening Turned into a sordid affair Irreplaceable you, Riding me gently, tamer Of heavy waves Tangled together in shadows -- For you, I’ll always misbehave Irreplaceable you, Slipping from my grasp And into another’s -- Trembling toward your kiss Tell me I’m your only lover Irreplaceable you, But replaceable me Left to wilt at the shoreline While you sailed off to sea.

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PANEL 1: Jon and Garfield sit at the same living room table in complete silence. Jon struggles to keep the weak smile plastered to his face. PANEL 2: Jon begins sobbing uncontrollably. Garfield stares. He says nothing. PANEL 3: Jon continues sobbing. Garfield eats a lasagna.

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC

jonny-buttcheeks

Garfield Fanfic

PANEL 1: Jon and Garfield sit at the same living room table in complete silence. Jon struggles to keep the weak smile plastered to his face. PANEL 2: Jon begins sobbing uncontrollably. Garfield stares. He says nothing. PANEL 3: Jon continues sobbing. Garfield eats a lasagna.

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