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Lobsters Can't Fly,
by Matthew Zangenbut I helped you try.
Your shell is flayed and shattered,
oozing delicious innards in a
goopy mess on the sidewalk.
Next time I will boil you. 02/02/2006 Author's Note: I'm going to hell.
Posted on 02/02/2006
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/02/06 at 11:21 PM ...matthew, naw, you won't go to hell jes for "seeing" a flayed lobster, annnd it ain't your fault that they can't fly...but if you go there, i'll be that ol' man standin' beside you shrugging my shoulders, we'll both be daniard emptying the ocean with our seives...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 02/04/06 at 01:53 AM See, now you had me at Lobster.... mmmmm lobster! Oh, and on the flying... practice makes perfect |
| Posted by Nicole Assenza on 05/01/06 at 02:47 AM Mmm, lobster. Metaphor for gay sex? I can't tell. |
| Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 11/19/06 at 04:30 AM One has to wonder how the lobster got up high enough to fly in the first place....tricky buggers.
For some completely illogical reason, the tone of this reminds me of Joe Chiles' 'I Am Going to Punish Your Fish'. Could be the last line, the "you just wait til next time" attitude. Hmm.
Anyway, this, absurdly, made me laugh a bit. So I'm probably going to hell, too. Cheers. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/23/08 at 05:55 PM hehehe matt, you're not going to hell. i'm eating lobster with you. mmm |
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