SarcASStic love poem

All I can do in my creative writing class is be a snarky phuck. Also, I found out you can write endlessly with one rhyme.

If you were corn

I’d

call you maize

Outcry you lost

I’d

seal the maze

When you were raining

I

thought of Mays

If you were homophobe

I’d

send the gays

To look you in the eyes

And gaily

gaze

I’d make you be normal

To

all the gays

If I was a lawyer,

I’d prosecute your case,

They call you Kathy Kate?

I

leave out the K’s

If you gave thumbs ups

I’d

wave OKs

If you were pale

I’d burn

sun rays

My working employee

Forget

about a raise

If you were Steve Erwin

I’d

be sting rays

If you were Canadian

I’d

never ask eh?s

If you were stupid

I’d

make straight As

If you had a King

I

would have an Ace

If you were acidic

I’d

be a base

If you were the peninsulas

I’d

be the bays

You hit a grounder

And

I’m first base

If you were running

I’d

double your pace

Barely breathing?

I’d

stop your pace

If you were Obama care

I

would be copays

If you were Satan

I’d

sing Amazing Grace

You paint with colors

I

color with grays

If you were David Copperfield

My

story — Dorian Gray’s

If you were sober

I’d be blazed

You be Republican

I

still be blazed

If you were Bob Marley

I

wouldn’t be blazed

If you were a pledge

You’d

get hazed

If you hated guitars

I’d

blare Purple Haze

When you’re disoriented

I am

the haze

If you sang out of key,

I probably wouldn’t be there in

the first place

If you spun out,

I wouldn’t cheer you on to last

place

If you were drunk,

I wouldn’t drive you place to

place

But since you’re hot,

You’re welcome to stay at my

place.

 
Man you must be really bored. You keep making threads. I mean I'm bored too. All the time. But I use my time to post randomness on other people's threads. I guess that means I'm a big loser because I don't have the creativeness to make my own threads so I go around ruining other threads as a way to lash out. Maybe it's because my father beats me. Or maybe it's because my grandfather still beats my father. It's really pathetic to watch. My granddad has to use his rascal to move around. All he can really do is hit my dad in the shins. Really pathetic on both ends. I think that makes me even more pathetic. Weird
 
Nah, man. Because there's so much imaginary snow outside, I'm not bored and being a thread whore. That ain't me. At least I'm not bored enough to comment on other people's boredom. Oh, shit-- I guess I am now.
 
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