Fish
By Objection
There’s a fish on this desk I hear it’s a mean one I’ve put in front of me a task. I doubt I’ll get it done Write a boring poem About something retarded. Because, if you know ‘em- Ratings’ll be discarded. They never tell me “YOUR POETRY SUCKS” Suppose they don’t see But, it really, really does. My buddy’s friend lived With a gay man, Fluffy. Emphasize “ed” For he was too tough-y Now the gay roommate Is behind bars Because he almost ate.. Weed, that’s hard. My mother doesn’t love me She’s too busy having sex They’re so lovey-dovey I hope she feels less stress Then again, when I get home Stress she’ll feel again I suppose I should’ve known Girls always prefer men. Unless they’re icky lesbians For then they like chicks Lots of gay men are Thespians I know that gay men prefer dick. So go ahead if you must Rate this “awful” I don’t care, really, because-t Bad ratings aren’t unlawful. There’s a fish on this desk, I’ve heard it’s mean. It’s colorful, yes And really quite lean. That is all, I must report Of my wonderful musings Here’s where I’ll say “tort” So, now I’m done… Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 02:07 PM PST 0 • 14
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