Ames Ean and a bottle of JD! by Johnny CrimsonMy knee hurts
and I'm afraid to tell them
My knee hurts
and just what am I afraid of
Losing the job would lift my spirits
Losing the apartment would do just the opposite
How can I tell them
O what do I say
A punch drunk blonde mother ate half my arm
in a mailbox swingin' contest
The waves of tag spelled cross' my ribs
read like cave paintings
The slow and bloody mess
A L L Y O U W E R E T O M E W A S W E D N E S D A Y
Malling off to tire hog another saturday
in the 57' Chevy
We run over death on our way to the hill
and make out for hours never worrying about the smell
The sacrifices from this cliff are endless
I wish I had a dollar for every whore chucked off ole Smokey
10/22/2007 Posted on 10/23/2007 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Anne Boulender on 10/23/07 at 04:26 AM all you were to me was wednesday. thats the best, the best! |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/23/07 at 04:31 AM Me too. Then I could probably retire. Heh. |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/23/08 at 07:38 PM sean, this is interesting. it takes me to an unfamiliar place and i like it. |
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