This blinking cursor and blank page is going to cause me rage
My screaming, screeching parrot doesn’t help anything either
I’m going to lose it, it has to be over, just cover my mouth and disengage.
Then there’s the mouse who peeps and keeps running through my house
The only answer coming to my brain is to take a broom and beat his ass
Then all the world’s problems will come to an end and I’ll just take a pass.
Me, me, wanna be
Fancy face and carefree
Oh my, my- with my head held high
Stiletto heels, showing off these thighs
This lady dawned a party dress
And I’ll bite your lips for much less
Stuck on thoughts from a former life
Hope you’re happy with your hapless wife
No, no, no more strife
Mice in your pie! Feel my spite!
Police carried me to the Home
And they don’t let me loose to roam
Padded rooms and bolted doors
Shooting me up with metaphors
Literary genius I wanted to be
Birds slam the window, I’m not free.
Yes, my poems seem dark and dreary. One time I tried a happy verse but it didn’t seem to work. The clouds blocked the sun, the earth began to shake.The time and space continuum collided and NASA locked me up. Then, the CIA got involved and called me a national threat. They flagged my email, spied on my journal and called the President. All the Heads of State met deciding what to do. They put me in orange, cuffed my hands and threw me in Gitmo. So, I no longer write the happy verse and have begun to curse. You should have heard the words that came out-even the terrorists became afraid-and ran from this little blonde girl.