This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
well I managed to get through the pad challenge. and as you can see I finished the Love themed volume.
this will be the next volume for love poetry. (some themes I feel like I need to keep a volume for.)
I had hoped Serena would be able to to bbe done with her volume by now but she still has 3 poems left to do. that’s probably going to be done by next week so I am sharing her next volume as well.
I only left kissed by Verse so you could see it was done. I will probably not have it or crypts secrets on here next week.
while I would like to plan on the poll for my nect volume I believe that will be after my surgery.
Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by For you may be the next to die They wrap you up in bloody sheets To drop you six feet underneath They put you in a pinewood box And cover you up with dirt and rocks It all goes well for about a week And then, your coffin begins to leak And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle on your snout They eat your eyes, they eat your nose As you begin to decompose A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes Chews through your stomach and out your sides Your stomach turns to rancid grease And puss pours out like melted cheese You spread it on a slice of bread And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in The ones that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out Your brain turns into maggot pie Your liver starts to liquify And for the living, all is well As you sink further into hell And the flames rise up to drag you down Into the fire, where you will drown Your skin melts off as you descend And Satan tears you limb from limb Your suffering will never end And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out And when your bones begin to rot The worms remain, but you do not So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by For someday, you’ll be the one to die And when Death brings his cold despair Ask yourself, “Will anyone care?”
My 2 cents –
I used to adore this song….it felt like a poem more than a song .
If God had long hair And a goatee, And if his eyes looked pretty glazed… If He looked spaced out Would you buy his story? Would you believe he had an eye infection?
And yeah, yeah, God looks baked Yeah, yeah, God smells good, Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…
What if God smoked cannabis? Hit the bong like some of us? Drove a tie-dyed microbus, And he subscribed to Rolling Stone?
When God made this place, In the beginning, Did He plant any seeds? Or did he put them there for Adam and Eve, So they’d be hungry for the apple that the snake Was always offering?
And yeah, yeah… God rolls great, Yeah, yeah, God smells good, Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah…
What if God smoked cannabis? Do you suppose he had a buzz When he made the platypus When he created earth, our home? Does He like Pearl Jam or the Stones? And do you think He rolls His own Up there in heaven on the throne? And when the saints go marching home, Does he just sits and smokes a bowl?
My 2 cents –
okay I was absolutely shocked to find out that this was done by the cranberries. it was originally a bob rivers song and joan Osborne made it a hit.
our forefathers set up hope in a nation so young... it was supposed to be freedom for all and welcoming arms for those who need sanctuary.
the new government are pirates stealing the dream. piracy of hope seems to be unbelievable and profane... for the reality of this country is nowhere near what everyone believed it would be.
