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| Erich |
Posted - 05/06/2005 : 02:31:09 AM
Feel free to be honest about them, I just felt like sharing.
They're All Dead
Janis Joplin. Gengis Kahn.
Jimi Hendrix. Bambi's Mom.
Malcom X. Captain Kangaroo.
Morrison. Lennon. Garcia, too.
Adolf Hitler. ODB.
Mr. Rogers. Debussy.
Beethovin. Bach. Brahms. Bizet.
Picasso. Van Gough. Claude Monet.
JFK Jr, His Dad. Jackie O.
Linda McCartney. Edgar A. Poe.
Johnny Cochran. Pope John Paul 2.
Terri Schiavo. Frank Perdue.
Health, And The Second Bed
I always sneeze in pairs
I guess so the first one doesn't get lonely
He always seems to say "Bless you"
The next one seems to say "Thanks"
Pavlov
We tend to scold humans
When they act like dogs
Funny, then, that we treat dogs
The exact same way
The Death Of An Ice Cube
Call me sadistic,
But I love to watch ice cubes die
Maybe in a pot of tea
To watch as they scream, crack, pop
Float terrified as their skin slowly melts
From their cold, cold faces
I smile as they drift away from eachother
Getting smaller
Their voices weaken
Until they let out a final pop
Cursing me maybe
And then vanish
Or laughing, perhaps
Because they know my tea is still
Too hot
Writer's Block
I tried to create
A Godless world on paper
But it collapsed under the weight
Of its own Irony |
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| enthuTIMsiast |
Posted - 05/06/2005 : 08:40:47 AM
quote:
Originally posted by Erich
Or laughing, perhaps
Because they know my tea is still
Too hot
I don't know if that's supposed to make me laugh, but I found it damn funny! |
| Silky The Pimp |
Posted - 05/06/2005 : 08:14:17 AM
Very nice... if you haven't already, you should check out "The Secret Poems Of Arnold Schwarzenegger" at chortler.com. Classic stuff. |
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