Joke
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If I had a nickel for every embarrassing or ridiculous situation that I somehow squeezed myself into I would definitely have a few nickels. A good example would be my class trip to Washington DC when I was a junior in high school.
Three Convenience store employees thought what they did was funny but I think it was cruel.Those Three people said that I won a thirty million dollar lottery and then yelled "April Fool".
The lights, they beam down with powerful visibility.
The stage, outstretched and lonely as far as I can see.
The audience, physically unseen, but I’m conscience of their stares.
Two twins named Chantelle
with buckets and bells
took to the road
to scoop from the well
bending right over,
Chantelle, who, quite sober,
slipped off the end
and tumbled and fell
I don’t think I can take
Writing another poem
There’s only so many I can make
They’re so bad, I can’t show ‘em
You love my purfume I can tell
By the way you close your eyes
I trigered something
Wrapping your hands around
My small frame fits perfectly
You grip me tighter so I dont slip
Each poem I write isn't good enough...
So I wright this.
words press against the inside of my skull,
Something set them off.
I spray these pages with phrases like horse piss.
Then I gain control.
I wrote a poem to choke my sorrow.
Like a blot of gauze to staunch the blood flow.
Drops of blood drop and drip between my toes,
from wound that punctured lung like jagged bone,
My school has taught me well,
But is it enough?
The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell,
I learned in biology amongst other stuff.
You know what I want to hear?
A rape joke
I want to hear you joke about a traumatic experience
I want to hear you joke about my traumatic experience
And when I don't laugh
A Mormon, Baptist, and Agnostic talk
about God. It shouldn’t sound like a joke.
Our minds shouldn’t say comparing culture
is foolish. Yet it is still just a joke.
That Mormon is a girl, just a woman.
It was a joke
Such a cruel, sick joke
The type of joke that your best friend pulls on you
When you are sleeping
I told a friend
"Hey Ralph,
What's the difference between Jelly and Jam?"
He said; "What?"
I said;
"I cannot Jelly this cup,
Up your butt"
The Sky is blue,And full of poo,falling, spiralling, down,from white and brown-speckledcreatures They call seagulls.
And the moral of this story is-Shit happens.
