"camaros" poems
Rule Breaker.
with your leather jacket and too-cool-for-anyone shades.
A heartless, no good criminal.
A speck.
An explosion. One that blew my mind.
Parties. Drugs. Camaros. Connections.... Smiles.
Chicken-fried steak cooked simply like chicken.
Couches that don't belong in the street.
A locked door unlocked without a key.
How can a dead heart beat so strongly?
Barely a speck, but a speck none the less.
Dead, but never anything other than ALIVE
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
Pay attention!
rap rap
said the big fat bus,
with the big fat bootay.
i say
i have something
to say
to you!
a wee bit of advice to you
you so sweet
young lasses
out and about
on hot summer nights
in camaros
and vans
and pintos
and mustangs.
and mom's
station wagon's.
# 1
when that eager
young lad's hands
are a crawlin' all over
you.
yes YOU missy,
your sweet nubile
young territory,
the time will come
when you shall
want all these
shennanigans to
STOP!
so i give to thee
some wee
words of advice.
#2
Be firm with your delivery.
Do not waver.
Strong even voice,
increase volume if
necessary.
to the
Kind sir,
the,
young lad..
say!
i do not beg you,
i command thee ...
be sure to understand!
keep those roving
hands to thyself.
for you can
rest assured,
this playground is closed!
this is a no nookey zone!
#3
blue *****
you claim,
they are a ailing you?
for you i give
this sound advice,
say!
introduce yourself
to your right hand,
and ifn' you be a wantin'
a menage eh of three,
invite
your,
left hand
to
come along!
#4
Be firm and be sure,
you are sitting on
a sacred fortune of gold,
don't let them
miners be gropin'
around,
be a gropin'
you.
it is only for you
to sacredly unfold
your divine
femininin-ess.
if you want to do it,
do it...
but search your heart long before you do.
at least think you are in love
before taking the plunge.
first loves are sweet
and last long
in hidden recesses of
mysterious minds.
take your time,
30 and more,
is the age
we big fat busses
with big fat yellow bootays
come into our own.
no rush.
nowhere to go.
all the time in the world to get there.
there is,
i assure you,
no rush.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
When you come of age
among Camaros, Mustangs,
GTO's and Challengers,
it seems somehow sad
to hear the pussified sound
of a Prius go puttering by
like Death driving
something sensible.
~mce
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC