I Stand Alone...

I stand alone on a crowded street corner I see something happening in the distance and run to it There is a priest beating up a young man The young man is tight and light Liiiiight! The ham sandwich dances with a live chicken, and the baloney gets jealous She kills the chicken with a cross, and then, still in a fit of rage, eats the ham Cannibalism... a terrible thing My mistress is dead My beautiful Hammy Mistress Oh wait, there's more in the fridge I rejoice, and dance with the baloney and eat the dead chicken I'd rather have had chicken breast... Or the priest Liiiiiight!!! I see a British man The British man does not see me He walks over me, because he is blind, and has no feeling in his body I wonder if he knows he forgot to put on his pants? The Scottish man punches the Brit in the back of the head and runs away giggling Stupid Scot, doesn't he know the Brit won't feel it? Bloody Brit... There's a footprint on my favourite shirt! LIIIIIIGHT!!!! I walk back to the street corner and stand alone, in a crowd. Tight and light. Why must I bother?This is what I think about when i'm home alone and the lights go out. If you liked this poem, punch a blind Brit with no feeling in the back of the head... don't worry, he won't feel it. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 05:19 PM PST   10 • 0 • 14