"Don't say it VIRAL... Dont say it..." I'll say it anyway. Crochet?
Anyway, here's another poem about psychiatrists. I think you like...
Diagnose This!
The dreaded hour has come at last
no time to make you see
so help me, save me from myself
I'll drag you down with me
I see you as you really are
you've done the devil's work
the piper plays a manic tune
it's time to go berserk
the world is shifting on its plane
it's turning upside - down
the raging flood is spilling through
I'll watch you as you drown
there is no mercy left for you
forgiveness ran away
I wallow in insanity
for that is here to stay
so slay me with your mighty pen
I've slain you in my heart
destroy you as I write these words
you psychatric tart
"Now it's you know who, I got the you know what. I'll stick it you know where, you know why, you don't care..." -- Marylin Manson
Rofl, I like it.
Though a psychiatrist would probably say something like that your desire to be unknowable and abstract is a paltry defense mechanism.
No, I don't even know how to. I didn't know you get paid for giving advice. I could do that job. Then again most of us on this site probably could. If you wanna see more poetry, check out my site VIRAL on MySpace Comedy - Comic Clips, Funny Videos & Jokes. I'll catch ya later!
"Now it's you know who, I got the you know what. I'll stick it you know where, you know why, you don't care..." -- Marylin Manson
Guilt? No. Just a memory of mine in the clear pictures that I remember it. One of the more innocent times
Please explain why you got that feeling though? I am extremely curious.
And Mrs.Peel, that poem effing rocked lol.
I prefer non-rhyming poems, well for myself at least. Rhyming is one thing, but, I prefer to paint with words like colors. Or even to put words to thoughts that defy words, or well at least try
An orchestra of quiet night
green tortoise seattle
free beer in the fridge
old mans flu syrum:
sliced lemon
sliced orange
worschtischier(??)
tabasco
thera-flu
airborne
garlic
tomato
honey
boiling water
while drinkin a beer, gone in 12 hours he says
leave the rhinds
Ha, too funny!. I didn't know you get paid for giving advice. I could do that job. Then again most of us on this site probably could.
Here's one:
I choose to live
i wait for what the next day gives
enlightened now, i choose to live
i'm fallen but i'm heaven sent
above the rest, i wont repent
from babe to man to curmidgeon
i'll take the trip, i'll have my fun
clutch my pathetic book in fear
i'm righteous, wicked, staying here
no need to put an end in sight
i'll seize the day and breathe the night
for joy i crave, for freedom, thirst
see you in hell but you go first
obituaries read with ease
i'll live long, break my enemies
in riches or in poverty
this place has got something for me
this thread of fate, this plot i sow
may good Atropa let it grow
i'll drink the wine, piss in the fountain
i'll brave the seas and climb the mountain
weakness gives up but might persists
the choice i make is to exist
"Now it's you know who, I got the you know what. I'll stick it you know where, you know why, you don't care..." -- Marylin Manson
You choose to exist? How?
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