[lit-ideas] Re: SUNDAY POEM

  • From: "Erin Holder" <erin.holder@xxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2005 12:37:37 -0400

Just for that, I'll let you buy me a beer in San Francisco.


Erin
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Mike Geary 
  To: LIT-IDEAS 
  Sent: Monday, August 01, 2005 12:47 AM
  Subject: [lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM


  WHIPPERSNAPPERS LISTEN UP

  Every passing moment eases me into my grave.
  I'm grateful I've never had to jump 
  from one hundred storys up
  to escape the flames.
  I'm no good at drama.
  Give me a joke any day, that I can play.

  They say Death is the mother of all values.
  Well who the hell's the father? 
  And what's he doing screwing Death?
  Jesus that was good.  Oh, yes,
  and damn if I'm not all out of breath.

  It's still Sunday where I sit.  
  This poem is written for Lit-
  Ideas, a simple song 
  to prove Erin wrong.

  To be young is to be sung,
  to be old is to mold.
  My song is long and, and, and...oh, shit
  I can't remember it.
  But that's OK, there'll come the day,
  that Erin can't walk the talk,
  and with bases loaded she too will balk.  
  And if I am still alive then
  I'll borrow her piiiiin 
  and write down the address
  of AARP 
  and urge her to confess
  her siiiins so carpy.

  Mike Geary
  Memphis


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