 x-mas poem...
'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the place,
People were walking and talking, all OVER the place!
Mom in the kitchen, drinking her tea,
Dad in the pisser, taking a pee.
No one had slept at all through the night,
Because of a good dream, that had turned out right!
Sis at the mall, shpping, and cussing with glee,
Returning all the presents she had gotten from me!
My friends were all in the garage smoking more,
I myself was getting beer at the store!
When all of a sudden, there came such a fuss,
It was the COPS! It's a BUST!
In through the windows, they all did crash,
Shouting, and hollering "Where' the fuck's your stash!"
Batons, and radios, and badges galore,
I saw this all as I returned from the store.
I glanced, and winced, as I drove out of sight,
And cried all the way out of town, as I drove out of sight.
I thought to myself, what a horrible mess,
I must forget that living address,
Then woke up from my slumber,
Glad I was only "Sawing lumber",
As I ran down the hall, and threw it all away,
I realized, next time, out of 2 weeks, I need to sleep SOMEday!
You see, paranoia is your best friend, AND worst enemy at the same time,
I'm glad none of this all happened in this bad tasteless rhyme.
I'll "bee" real careful when I actually dream,
Because the last thing I need, is this nasty scene.
Advice I give to all of my friends,
Watch yourself, before it all horribly ends!
Hope everyone had a merry christmas, and PLEASE, have a safe new years!
Wolffe, still sober after 1 week, grrr
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2003-12-25, 16:45
