Monday, June 13, 2005
Ok, I read the comments on the "What Are Your Thinklings Reading Habits?" post and noticed a familiar cry for other thinklings to post and a request for poetry. The poetry request may have been a joke, but alas... here's a poem I wrote for kicks. It's nothing serious or deep... it probably belongs in a comment thread rather than a post, but alas, here 'tis:
it's day, then night comes,
and all day long one song i hums.
i heard it on FM something or other,
and was interupted by my loving mother.
"it's time to go" so off i went,
with a buck ninety-two just waiting to be spent.
the story fades from that point on,
so i'll jump in time, even way past prom.
a college man, i'm labeled by most,
where a gourmet meal consists of toast.
i watch tv to pass the time,
why couldn't i major in sitting, eating, or mime?
now i have a job and get paid a check,
new car? new home? aw what the heck.
the world's my oyster, or so i'm told,
what happens when this oyster gets old?
or perhaps this guy's allergic to shellfish.
I probably should've included a picture of a monkey, eh?
Update:
Yeah, monkeys do tend to add depth.