Just pooping In the rain

im pooping in the rain
just excreting in the rain
what a glorious feeling
im free once again
im also farting clouds
so smelly up above
the farts in my heart
and im ready for love
let the smelly farts chase
everyone from the place
comon with the rain
i have a smirk on my face
i pee down the lane
without refrain
and im pooping,
just pooping in the rain:)

(sorry couldn't help myself)

I Saw a Suit A Sailing.

I saw a suit a sailing
A sailling on the sea
And, oh, it was a men's suit,
And hence, not for me.

There was a napkin in the pocket
It would keep you from the cold,
the suit was made of silk
and the tie was made of gold.

remember me?

Busyness sounds more like a self-engrossed action than reality. so i'm not telling you what i've been upto.

instead i'm going to tell you a poem i wrote yesterday in the library, very randomly.

The People in my Stomach.

When they asked to be eaten,
I didn't think twice.
I was hungry, you see
& they tasted nice (with a pinch of spice).

In the beginning they were humble,
Though i fed them a lot
But now they demand twice as much
Who would have thought?

Yesterday at dinner,
My mom made some stew
And though i loathed it
i ate enough for two.

Then one fine day i thought,
'This is enough,
I'm being bullied around,
I gotta act tough.'

So i thought the whole day
& devised a plan
to kill them with an atom bomb
'KABLAMM!!!'

So i waited for the right time
& pushed with all my might
till the biggest fart i've ever had
I HELD IN tight!

They died in an instant-
they had it their way
i knew they were dead,
'cuz i pooped them out the next day.

Sometimes i miss them,
but they were trying their luck
they got too far & they knew it
Those poor people in my stomach.



PS: that was for you willie:)