lyrics to ‘pants on the ground’

i can so see allen ginsberg getting drunk and writing this

so beat poetry

my compliments to the general

Pants on the ground, pants on the ground.
Lookin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground

With the gold in your mouth, hat turned sideways
Pants hit the ground, call yourself a cool cat
Lookin’ like a fool, walkin’ thru the town
With your pants on the ground!

Giddey up! Hey, get your pants off the ground
Lookin’ like a fool; walking, talking with your pants on the ground!
Giddey up! Hey, get your pants off the ground
Lookin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground

Gold in your mouth, hat turned sideways
Pants hit the ground, call yourself a cool cat lookin’ like a fool
Walkin’, talkin’ with your pants on the ground!

Boom! Bam! Pants on the ground!
Lookin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground
With the gold in your mouth, hat turned sideways
Pants hit the ground, call yourself a cool cat.

the greatest irony of love

This is actually a note from my ex’s ex-girlfriend’s facebook. I stalk her, laugh at how much uglier she is, and her bad, bad writing. join me!

loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right……most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. love is always present. it’s just that one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little. as we all know- the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. maybe that’s the reason why the heart isn’t always right. most often we fall in love with the person we think we love, but to only discover that for them, we are just for passing time while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. so here’s a piece of advice; let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, and move on when things aren’t like before. for sure there is someone out there who will love you even more.

yup- I admit it. I wrote this, and probably thought it was clever. yikes.

Sonnet

To the ugly boy who I allowed to pay for my Starbucks

A friend is an exhausting thing to keep.

They stand on inability to tire

One’s heart, the pounding flesh within the breast,

A first placed in the eye. Imagined cheap,

But wholly bought by the greatest buyer,

So pray in hopes to keep the heart possessed.

And now what will make such a bond still hold?

When gifts do not suffice, they seem too dire

Since that which is brought free, will only test

What is carved out, and will in time grow old.

Best toast the tears, mask solitude in jest.

A fiend is an exhausting thing to keep.

They stand on inability to tie

One’s heat, the pounding flesh within the beast,

A fist placed in the eye. Imagined cheap,

But wholly bought by the greatest buyer,

So pay in hopes to keep the heat possessed.

And now what will make such a bond still hold?

When gifts do not suffice, they seem to die

Since that which is bought, fees will only test

What is caved out, and will in time grow old.

Best toast the teas, mask solitude in jest.

repetition

-sent in by J.H.-

repetition is
the art of repeating, the
art of repeating

a new generation of haiku- the sci-faiku

by Nate-

the lava monster
had a crush on the ice queen
it could never be

the pooh haiku

the pooh haiku

-by kiki spitzer

My head full of bees,
My mouth full of honeyed words,
My stomach empty.

one of the worst poems i’ve ever read- and sadly, written

This poem seemed a good way to kick off this blog since I often feel this way about my own creativity or genius (or lack-thereof).  Feel free to laugh, and imagine an over-emotional eighteen year old (which is who I was) sitting in a dorm room (which is where I was) pretending to be a poet because she over-indulges in the word ‘prehaps’. Gosh, how embarrassing.

Disappearing act

She spends long periods of time looking

For that which is not there

That she knows

Is not there

Though perhaps it once was,

And now

Keeps opening the pantry door to see if perhaps

Her eyes glazed over it and it was

Waiting in the dark and each time find no more

Than disappointment and crumbs.

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