This is a poem that has nothing to do with painting a house, unless of course decorating the walls with yellow and red can be viewed as such.
The poem deals with one possible solution to whole Student Loan Crisis in America today. I call it the Giggly Poem. I did it in a Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme sort of style, because of the ridiculously patronizing attitude of American Law Schools towards their students.
Basically, it is about a former Law student that sticks a Benelli brand Shotgun in his mouth, and blows his brains out.
The custard being the brains of course, and the jam being the blood.
THE GIGGLY POEM©
Little Jack Horner
Backed into a corner
He moans and he groans about student loans
And compounded interest,
(It just made them bigger ) J
There’s no jobs in Law,
(or outside of Law)
So he’s stuffing his maw.....
with a smelly Benelli
......go figure?
Oh! that Nasty old blastey ol’shotgun!
With the squiggly, wiggly toes on the trigger N
You silly old billy old boy!
EVERYONE knows a guns not a toy, but….BLAM! WHAM!
CUSTARD AND JAM!
messy, messy, mop it up.
messy, messy,
mop…....it……. up L
(Dedicated to Law School)
Riff Says:
"There's a price no man will pay for living!"
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Yoga, Yoga, Butts in Your Face!
Yoga, Yoga, Butts in your Face!
And dirty, smelly hippie feet
And Butts in your Face!
Well Excuse Me! I’m not as enlightened as you.
You like to do Yoga!
And I think that you think: that people like me-
belong in a Zoo!
And who’s that guy at the front of the room?
No wait, let me guess.
A Goddamn Guru!
You’ll never see Yoga types
Snacking on twinkies.
You’ll never catch their kids
Crying for binkies.
Oh No! They start at Harvard
From age two or three.
And when they turn six
It's PH Fucking D!
Hey Gross! Someone Farted,
And nobody Heard?
I sure as hell did.
But still.......not a word.
But, O my God!
Can’t anyone smell?
It’s peeling the paint, and I just want to yell:
“What’s wrong with you people?
I mean, yoga and all,
That fart could be heard
From way down the hall!”
Now wait! Don’t do that! I don’t want to see it!
Two corns and a callous, and toe cheese.
Oh Please!
So be it! I see it!
Just-- put on some sneakers.
And a pair of loose shorts
That way no peekers,
and no Planter's Warts.
So it’s Yoga, Yoga , Butt’s in your face.
What’s in your face?
There’s Butts in your face.
And dirty, smelly Yuppie feet,
and butts in your face.
Yoga, Yoga, Butt's in your face.
What's in your face?
It's Butts in your face.
What’s in your face?
THERE’S BUTTS IN YOUR FACE!
JD Pitty-Party Painter
Bron-Y-Aur Cottage –Geneva, Winter 2011
