Stop that, wouldn't you?
Funny, nobody's there
That was really me
Who made me feel that way?
But I didn't feel a draught,
And the windows are all closed
Pull the covers over my head
'Cause it's so damn cold
It comes all of a sudden
Up and down my spine
Like a xylophone
Played in ice cold chimes
Make my teeth chatter
Close tightly my eyes
Curl up in a ball
Hands clasped inside
I wish that it had been
Someone close behind
A soft and gentle touch
Send ripples through my mind
A hand upon my shoulder
A different place and time
Pull the covers closer
The only hands are mine
Settle under the sheets
To relaxation, I'll resign
Give myself to rest
Body, soul, and--
No, not again!
!@&% mother#$&*ing sonofa@%$& *##% @%^&!
Shivers, you know, it's fine
My body's own frozen stabbing from behind
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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Nice poem man. Trying to figure out what dirty word @%^&! is that rhymes with behind. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Andy.. I wasn't exactly sure how those %&*^ things work for curse words, so I just gave it a shot. Do you really think McGwire would have been just as good without 'roids?
ReplyDeleteP.S. KelsiK, I really want to know what your comment says, but unfortunately I don't speak that language...
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