Poems, stories, and scraps — both new and old. [☆ = best stuff] [CLASSIC = written long ago]
I woke up a couple days ago with this poem in my head. Had I already written it? Is it someone else’s poem? I don’t know….
There once was a woman name Marty
Who went to a neighborhood party
She met a rich guy
With a wink in his eye
And now she drives a Ferrari
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
What’s up, Doc?
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Where’s the clock?
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Pet my head
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
In my bed
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Living low
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Overgrow
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
Missing teeth
Pump Diddy Diddy Diddy
What’s up, Keith?
Down in front, beneath the shade
Were all the problems I had made
If I lived a life of take and give
I’d have more life to love and live
The life I live is mostly dark
I spend my summers in the park
Surviving mostly on my own
Without friends, I live alone