For all my fellow youtube addicts. Fuck you google+
My friend Curtis was a prince of a fellow,
one eye green and one eye yellow.
Wanted by all but none as much as me,
Queen of the lonely.
A babe was I,
the day he walked by.
At last, this was it, I knew,
exactly what (or who) I was put here to do.
But Curtis was all too aware
of my blatant stares.
He knew just what I was after.
"Little one." Was all he said.
With a shake of his head, he was gone.
And that little girl with her head in the clouds,
came crashing down,
reality crowned another one.
And that’s how I became,
the queen of the damned,
just another mindless commuter,
found dead amist candy wrappers,
and my old computer.
Princess was a silly girl,
her only goal to find a fellow.
She searched high and low,
until there was nowhere else to go,
exhausted she collapsed,
and at long last,
she got what she was after.
"How pretty you are," said the grassy Zsar,
kissing her where she laid.
And that’s how she was found,
when the coroner came ‘round,
after compaints of a stench.
They took her away,
no report was made,
on the little lost lass,
who just needed a bit of grass.
Chester was a pussy cat.
Sweet but stupid and a little more fat,
than was socially acceptable,
in a town that grew only vegetables.
Chester lived a small but happy life,
far from worry and strife.
Pillows and a little box for company,
independant was this little pussy.
But happiness can be quite boring.
Eventually even the little box would send him snoring.
Days and weeks passed,
until at last,
it was time, Chester decided to go out,
and visit whoever else was about.
He brushed out his coat
and put on his smartest boots,
over his best sunday suit.
But too many sundays had passed since the suit had last seen air,
and one step out the door, he had hardly gotten anywhere,
when, ‘pop!’ went the buttons, one by one,
and everyone around saw what he had become.
Pinkish and very sad,
Chester’s adventure was over before it began.
He ran back inside and slammed the door.
"Never again and no more," cried he!
And he died a tired and lonely pussy,
just as it was meant to be,
in a town of only three.
I pledge to want what I will never have
and never be satisfied.
To shop and eat
and stay inside.
To ignore and endlessly consume,
until the worlds demise.
(To the tune of ‘America The Beautiful’)
Oh beautiful, my neighbor’s yard.
He don’t have any kids.
If I had just sucked that bastard’s dick,
I wouldn’t have six kids.
Now my yard will never look like his,
manicured and green and kept.
Maybe I would care but I’m all alone,
and can’t remember the last time that I slept.
a pretty thing was she,
a leaf like all the others,
but deeper and darker were her colors.
None of the leaves could see,
they were all perched on the tree,
looking down on,
How silly it seems,
to happy leaves on a tree.
Only little Maple could see,
all that could be,
if she could but get free,
from a top the tree.
"I’ll jump," she cried!
"It’s the only way!"
"What did you say?" The leaves laughed.
One, two, three, and off she launched,
floating in the air,
off to who knows where,
far away from,
and empty trees.
Solitary street light beams rays,
into a dark night,
filling the empty seat,
next to a sleeping angel,
and one condemned.
Blood red walls,
behind harsh barred windows,
judging, accusing, cursing,
the frost bitten flower,
sighing its last breath,
it was the last.
Summer has gone,
only winter remains.
Cold, unfeeling, and uncaring,
turning home to grey,
forever grey, stealing all light away.