Showing posts with label bad poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poem. Show all posts

Monday, July 6, 2009

Oh Tell Me Son

Oh tell me son what do you want to be?
You're a man now son
You can do anything
With your mighty iron fists
You'll bend the world to your will
So trek forth now
And have your fill

Oh my daughter, take yourself from me
You're a woman now
As you can plainly see
So go find a man
To keep you safe from harm
The world is cold
But the kitchen is warm

Oh my wife, please dry your eyes
There's laundry to do
Tis no surprise
Those dishes in the sink
Ain't goin' to wash themselves
Don't make me angry
Or I'll make your life Hell

Oh my word, the night is coming down
It's time for me
To go out on the town
And drink up rounds
Till the sun comes back around
And not have to worry about the days
When I'll be buried underground.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Sea Shanty

I've been listening to The Dubliners a bit too much...

There was a little ship
That sailed on the sea
And the name of the ship
Was the Digereedee
It had a silly name
Which bothered the captain none
He was a hard drinking
Fiddle playin'
Crazy son of a gun

Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go

They sailed away
One bright spring morn
To look for land
Beyond the horn
The crew they danced
As the town slipped away
Saying to their loves
"We'll return someday."

Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go

The days they past
From months into years
With no sign of the ship
On the horizon to appear
It was ten years gone
When the butcher's wife spied
The skipper on the sand
Who was barley alive

Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go

The people gathered round
To hear the skipper speak
He talked all day
He talked all week
And the story he told
Was full of pain and fear
And it's much too long
To put down here

Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go

The skipper he married
A bow legged lass
With curlers in her hair
And tattoos on her ass
Oh, the ship was forgotten
Except for this song
That We sing every night
To the wives and the dogs

Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go

Fiddle iddle diddle eh
Fiddle iddle diddle do
And it's one for the crickets
And here we go....

Friday, February 20, 2009

The Problem with Robot Love

Once upon a time we were falling in love
Remember when we kissed in the dark?
Then you tore at my face
And you tried to rip out my heart

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and go back to where you were born
I look at the parts on the garage floor
And I wonder where it all went wrong
Then I turnaround
And every now and I then I see you standing behind me
And I really can't help but smile
It was violent in the end
But I need you my friend
And I don't have enough parts to build you again

And every now and then you fell apart
And I put you back together
And didn't know you couldn't go out in wet weather
But I thought you'd love me forever
And we always made it right
Cause we were made for each other
I didn't know what to do so I sat in the dark
You looked like a powder keg giving off sparks
That really wasn't a good night
The end was the beginning that night
The end was the beginning that night

Once upon a time you were built out of love
And then I had to rip you apart
And there's nothing I can say
You tried to rip out my heart
And there's nothing I can say
I had to tear you apart

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Three Cords and the Truth

I wish that I could go back and see
What rock and roll used to be
When Zeppelin ruled
And Sabbath chugged
The booze, the girls,
Music, and drugs
When they were gods
Upon the stage
Before the ravages of age
Before Ozzy was a joke
Before his brain went up in smoke
Before Jimmy played with Puff
When it was just rock,
You know, the good stuff
You can keep your emo
Your gansta rap
And teenage scream-o
I'll keep my Beatles
My Doors
And my Who
And Elvis with his shoes of blue
Up till Cobain
Blew out his brains
And it went down the drain
We killed rock and roll
We're all to blame
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame