Willie looking in the gun, Pulls the trigger just for fun. Mother says in tones so pained, "Willie is so scatter-brained!" Willie, in a rage insane Threw his head beneath a train All were quite surprised to find How it broadened Willie's mind. Willie saw some dynamite, Couldn't understand it quite; Curiosity never pays. It rained Willie seven days. Willie, walking down the track Couldn't hear the engine squeal. Now the engine's coming back Scraping Willie off the wheel. Willie fell down the elevator, Wasn't found 'till six days later. Then the neighbors sniffed, "Gee whiz! What a spoiled child Willie is!" Willie' walking through the rain Spied a pit bull on a chain. Reached out to pet it, Quiet as a mouse. Funeral tomorrow At Willie's house.
She got me sittin' at a bar on the inside Waitin' for my ride on the outside She stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin' car And crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away. Rehab.
The corridors of an art gallery Walked from hall to hall People admiring the pictures Mounted from wall to wall Some paintings I know from journeys before Some new as a morning's sunrise But in the place where an artwork once hung Only empty wall meets my eyes The attention I paid this painting was little more than never But now I grieve for I know that a masterpiece is gone forever It's picture not always stimulating, a great story it did not tell I ask the fellow next to me, "Did you know this painting well?" "It wasn't for me". was his reply,"It's meaning never too real." "But all in all I'm sorry it's gone, just think how the artist must feel" I know that only those who have the power to look within To reach in deep and find to cherish what lies beneath the skin Those who find something wondrous, in all men great and small Will ever truly miss or grieve a painting gone from the wall ----------------------------------------- Wrote that many years ago -Nick
I'll watch you tumble down While I stand here and hold my ground I'm hopeless but I'll spread my love around Just to help you get back in town You can help me drown my soul down What good would that do When I'm standing here defending my mound From the whore that wears a crown Making drunk sex sounds Just to have fun and run around Shes too plain now. Wrote that after a night with a drunken friend who I had sex with, after I helped her with everything she became a boring person to me.
I wrote a few cannabis related haiku here but the thread never took off. http://forum.grasscity.com/artists-corner/370786-haikus-about-cannabis-post-yours.html
holding on to the pain all alone in the rain his voice still lingers near causing you tears he brings you fear my dear when he tells you hes sorry you take him back one last time yet it feels like such a crime hes hurt you so this you know try to let it go yet you cant say no maybe one day he will see how he caused you agony just forget the past its not meant to last here u stand helpless he dosent see your the best let him go and say hello to a new life
roses are red, violets are blue, turn over im gonna stick my weiner where your poo comes from. ...10sec later.. kthxbai