"booo" poems
He he ha ah, ah ah –
no, no, no – no I’m not tipsy…
Who says so ? I can drink and
still walk a straight mile
Yeah, I’m delirious, am I?
I’m delirious that’s
because you’re funny, silly
cos you’ve got three skunks
where your mouth should be
and your nose is a dead tree….
Ha ha he he
hey, anyone reasonable can tell I’m not tipsy;
really
I can drink till grandma comes back
from Heaven and still stay calm and steady
and she screamed the other day:
‘Hey, sonny boy…when you drink
airmail some of the spirit up here to me…
It gets too sane up here in Heaven.’
And what’s that you say?
You too think I’m tipsy? Hee, hee, hah ah **
What’s the matter
You people never seen anyone happy?
Tipsy?...no way, man….I’m just me, yeah
happy and easy-going
I swear the last time I drank was at my wedding
Which was when?
Bet my wife’ll remember the date and year…and place…
and if it happened at all..
and I’m laughing, it seems, oddly
cos you’ve got a donkey head
and your wife looks like a monkey on heat
He he ha ah, ah ah –
no, no, no – no I’m not tipsy
I swear the last time I drank was
when your grandma gave birth to
what was it, her twentieth baby?
Says who, ah? I can drink and
still walk a straight mile
and look at you, you’re looking
like a pink pig with its posterior
all barbecued on a dinner plate
ready for the fork and pepper and sauce;
and hey, I swear the last time I drank was
when you drowned
in the swimming pool;
it was our office function
and you drowned in the hotel pool
and you were struggling and you said:
**** **** Help me!’
and you drowned and died….
I really hate talking to drowning ghosts…
Booo…BOOOOOO….
He he ha ah, ah ah –
No, no, no – no I’m not tipsy
who says so ? I can drink and
still walk a straight mile
Say, can you call me a taxi
and spare, say, a fifty?
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 3:37 PM UTC
IM SO OVER PEOPLE LIKE… REAL ***** **** CAUSE KITS ALWAYZ SOMETHING FOR REAL….. LOST MY BESTFRIEND OVER SOME SHIT…..SO BOOO OVER SOME SHIT…..NOW I JUST DON’T GIVE A **** ANYMORE…. REAL N TRULY PEOPLE CAN DO THEM CAUSE IM OUT… END OF THE STORY…..
IM DONE CRYING OVER PEOPLE N FEELING BAD FOR ANYBODY SHIDDDD IM DOIN ME FOR LIFE… MA ALWAYS SAID DON’T EVER CRY OVER NO ***** OR NO ***** SO
FAMILY ALWAYZ MATTER
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
I love my baby doo
love love love out of you
I love my baby doo
love in and out love in you true
I dream of me and you
a love so sweet
a loveeee you ........
I love my baby doo
love love love out of you
I love my baby doo
love in and out love in you true
I need my baby here
to hold and kiss
so sweet my ear
I love my baby doo
love love love out of you
I love my baby doo
love in and out love in you true
one day I know you will
be my baby
be my baby booo ohh ohh!!
I love my baby doo
love love love so into you
I love my sweety pie
love in my heart you are my you ......
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
A BOY MADE OF LEAVES
( for Paul Kearney )
The Curragh
5,000 acres of fun
where a boy
could roam
through all the realms
of a 1960's childhood.
Our house is gone now
only two pillars still stand
leading into an empty
nothingness.
I shoo a sheep
out of the bedroom
once ours
our voices carved in the air.
Here a sheep pees furiously
in what had been the bathroom.
The house has become
a ghost
haunting itself..
I still the little boy
hiding in the Marian Shrine
invisible to one
and all
under an ocean
of leaves
startling the passerbys
with a quick "Booo!"
Or a "Poo to you!"
The ****** Mary blushes
upon her pedestal
frowning upon
our antics.
Our shame
telling it in confession.
The wind scatters
my childhood.
I walk into the mist
erasing me bit by
...bit.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC