Rantings of a raving maniac

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around.

I'm having a bad day....
three frigging bad days, to be precise.
Some days the odds are so heavily stacked up against
you that you wanna jump off a building even though
you know fully well you are no Superman...or
a cat with 8 spare lives.

I'm so frustrated (i'm not excluding sexual
frustration here, lol) i could cuss at a lamp post
just to let some steam off. I wanna shout, scream
and gesticulate in a completely incoherent and
meaningless way till every pissed off part of me
evaporates in the wide blueeeee yonder.

So on that happy note here's a semi-prose, semi-poem
that is delicately absurd and poetically pointless
which is an ode to the
(everybody-pisses-on-me-including-the-dog) Lamp post.


The Spondylitis of faith (Rantings of a raving maniac)

I'll swami your priesthood till kingdom cum
Pret-a-porter you to designer heaven
I'll pretzel you till you choke on my behalf
I'll swindle and swine you till you become porky enough to be buffeted on
I'll beseech you to the beaches of the Bahamas
I'll bowl you over with my bowel-enticing boogers
Bemoan your beauty till you blush and bloom
like a wild flower in the loo.
And laugh out loud when you're through
reading this baloney!!

If any of the above lines makes any sense to you,
better incease your medication and go see a psychiatrist.

Thought of the day-- where is the moment when
i need it the most!!