Sorry to pass on the way I feel,
Waiting on blood test.
To see if I've won the lottery,
Until then feel I cannot rest.
All I am is a bag of bones not much to talk-about
Looking in the mirror what do you think I see;
A stomach that hangs out more than me.
A Face that launched a thousand shits,
With a saggy skin that covers it.
Overgrown cranium dyslexic brain,
Why was life granted to this feeble frame.
My brain rattles waking an insipid mind,
Conjuring different poems all the time.
I think therefore I am, Or should it be,
I search the web therefore I spam.
I am a bridge therefore I span,
Or I'm a guitar therefore I jam.
I'm drunk therefore I thunk,
I'm a skunk therefore I stunk.
What is wrong with me,
If only my brain would set my mind free.
Someone said when it was half past bed,
My brain is floating around in a sea of red.
When that's the way I truly felt, It would,
be much more fun using a gravity belt.
Oh if only, I cannot lie,
To be a pigeon in the sky.
If I met a wandering seagull,
Flying up so high. You know
what I'd like to drop in its eye.
Before sobriety tests for driving cars,
We used to recite this before travelling far.
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than a full frontal lobotomy.
After an operation my speech was slurred,
From my lips that was the first thing
the nurses heard.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-07-16 at 00:28
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Waiting on blood test.
To see if I've won the lottery,
Until then feel I cannot rest.
RANTS FROM A DISJOINTED MIND
Sometimes this is what I think about;All I am is a bag of bones not much to talk-about
Looking in the mirror what do you think I see;
A stomach that hangs out more than me.
A Face that launched a thousand shits,
With a saggy skin that covers it.
Overgrown cranium dyslexic brain,
Why was life granted to this feeble frame.
My brain rattles waking an insipid mind,
Conjuring different poems all the time.
I think therefore I am, Or should it be,
I search the web therefore I spam.
I am a bridge therefore I span,
Or I'm a guitar therefore I jam.
I'm drunk therefore I thunk,
I'm a skunk therefore I stunk.
What is wrong with me,
If only my brain would set my mind free.
Someone said when it was half past bed,
My brain is floating around in a sea of red.
When that's the way I truly felt, It would,
be much more fun using a gravity belt.
Oh if only, I cannot lie,
To be a pigeon in the sky.
If I met a wandering seagull,
Flying up so high. You know
what I'd like to drop in its eye.
Before sobriety tests for driving cars,
We used to recite this before travelling far.
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than a full frontal lobotomy.
After an operation my speech was slurred,
From my lips that was the first thing
the nurses heard.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 114 times
Written on 2022-07-16 at 00:28
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