Run For Your Life It's Poetry Time |
Thoughts On A Fictional FriendThe below was written in the same way as the previous ones, but I then disliked some of it, and realized I would like it, if I changed just a few things. But it is basically the same as it was when first written.
You suffer from rice paper cuts,
But fend off all disease. The cigarettes you do not smoke, Will make you cough and wheeze There's lots of things you cannot eat, Because they make you sneeze. You think potatoes don't smell good, But eat that powdered cheese. "If there's a god" you always say Not sure what you believe. Your Christmas tree is always up, Long after new years eve. You have no cold but blow your nose, Then wipe it on your sleeve. You think you're good behind the wheel, You hardly ever weave. You will not drive if you have had, one single little drink You hate to have your contacts in, They make you want to blink. You just won't chop fresh garlic up, It makes your fingers stink. That stupid purple dinosaur, Has pushed you to the brink. - Jeff Huber (1995) |