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Array ( [sid] => 14489 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => im sick [time] => 2003-03-18 13:25:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Sick and tired,
sick and lonely,
Sick of mrs samples,
Sick of pepperoni.
Tired of the work,
Tired of the cold,
Tired of the thought,
That im getting old.
I really am sick,
Sick with a cold,
Not so bored,
Thanks to Mr. Walsh, the bold.

There's a woman in my house,
One I don't know,
Fixing our clocks,
Acting like they grow.
Grow to real people,
Grow to know life,
If only they did,
then they'd really know strife.

Why am I talking of clocks and such *****,
Because I am the victim of a time bomb that hit
Time aint so cool,
Time aint so long,
Why does time ring when im not ready to prolong
Prolong the time, needed for life,
Needed for walsh and his hot body knife
The knife he hits us girls with,
That says, work hard and you'll get a piece of this.
But really, he don't care,
Care what we think,
He's just a lil boi,
Looking for uptite seniors that eat soy. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 56 [informant] => smilinjlo17 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry )
im sick

Contributed by smilinjlo17 on Tuesday, 18th March 2003 @ 01:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: sarcasticpoetry



Sick and tired,
sick and lonely,
Sick of mrs samples,
Sick of pepperoni.
Tired of the work,
Tired of the cold,
Tired of the thought,
That im getting old.
I really am sick,
Sick with a cold,
Not so bored,
Thanks to Mr. Walsh, the bold.

There's a woman in my house,
One I don't know,
Fixing our clocks,
Acting like they grow.
Grow to real people,
Grow to know life,
If only they did,
then they'd really know strife.

Why am I talking of clocks and such *****,
Because I am the victim of a time bomb that hit
Time aint so cool,
Time aint so long,
Why does time ring when im not ready to prolong
Prolong the time, needed for life,
Needed for walsh and his hot body knife
The knife he hits us girls with,
That says, work hard and you'll get a piece of this.
But really, he don't care,
Care what we think,
He's just a lil boi,
Looking for uptite seniors that eat soy.




Copyright © smilinjlo17 ... [ 2003-03-18 13:25:00]
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Re: im sick (User Rating: 1 )
by LadyDama on Tuesday, 18th March 2003 @ 02:00:27 PM AEST
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very interesting, sarcastic poem... i cant pinpoint why i like it, but i do... blessings...


Re: im sick (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Tuesday, 18th March 2003 @ 06:31:30 PM AEST
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"There's a woman in my house,
One I don't know,
Fixing our clocks,
Acting like they grow.
Grow to real people,
Grow to know life,
If only they did,
then they'd really know strife" <------That's a really cool stanza... good work!!


Re: im sick (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 19th March 2003 @ 08:18:47 AM AEST
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VERY strange poem

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Re: im sick (User Rating: 1 )
by wetnwild on Wednesday, 14th May 2003 @ 01:55:35 AM AEST
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INTERESTING. . .




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