Camy Posted April 11, 2012 Report Share Posted April 11, 2012 God's Answering Machine. by Camy. I ain't written a pom in a while. I ain't 'cause I'm glum and can't smile. I can't smile 'cause life's really hard, and god's answering machine is full up. I asked him (that's god) for a moment to chat about plans for my life. I said: "I'm gonna dig and sit in my own oubliette. Fuck the world, tear up the check- list my faults, contra the good, and suck the balance dry. "I'm gonna rape and pillage (with bleary eyes), squeeze my squeeze, devour the pie, smoke, shoot and drink 'till I'm blinding high, then kip and wake-up - repeat. "I'm gonna shatter the tenets of blind religious belief, castrate the bullies that cause such grief, exlode da bomb on euphonic prudes, stand on a box and distribute ludes. "I'm gonna email politicians 'till they scream "NO MORE!" strip to the skin and dress like a whore, legalise everything I want to do and tell those who ask: you told me to! Whadda ya think about that?" "god's not here at the moment, please call back later ... beeeeeeeep." http://www.awesomedude.com/camy/poetry/gam.mp3 Quote Link to comment
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