A Poem

 

 

Put me in a coma,

And take off both my shoes.

Gimme a book by Nietzsche

And the existential blues.

Buy me a puppy dog,

And shave off all its hair.

Kick me in the shin,

And coat my legs with Nair.

Eat some macaroni,

And leave me all the cheese.

Stuck my head in a beaver's dam,

And got stung by a couple of bees.

Tie my hair in knots,

And step on my microphone.

I chose to take a nap,

And when I woke, I was alone.

Put me on a conveyor belt

Headin' straight for a sharp saw blade.

Saw a swarm of mosquitoes

And killed 'em all with Raid.

So that's my story,

My true and loving friends.

Maybe I'll be dead

By the time my poem en