| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Friendship >> ID #1458225 |
| |||||||||||||
|
When the rain is beatin’ down upon my face
I try to pace, this ain’t a race, this ain’t a chase, and as I walk past the base, I take my place, and rest my case, and say, “I told you Thrace.” Like rolling thunder I take the blunder to ponder and wonder. And as my body gets hotter, and my mind gets colder, hatred I muster, as ominous becomes the weather and say, “I told you Webster.” Now here I pay and there you play near the overcast bay and down she lays and up through the night I stay for forty days. I don’t sleep when awoken are the blue jays, but I say, “I told you Kay.” You have your chance, so teach me to dance, I’ll advance and enhance, and raise my lance, to keep my stance, and hold up my pants, which contain no ants, that, I leave to chance. Hey Pat, you’re a rat, so step upon the mat, to evade the cat. You better listen to Matt, ‘cause he told you to scat. And while you’re at it, eat the nats. I don’t like you, ‘cause all you do is laugh at all who hang about with no right shoe; but I have a clue that you could use, and I don’t mean to abuse you, but you can’t see blue! Why oh why do you say that I want you to die? You know that’s a lie. I never made you cry never made you fly like Lucy in the Sky, never said goodbye, I never made you die; I just say, “I told you why!” You got a lot’a nerve, to say you are my friend. When my life was blowin’ in the wind, you just stood there with a grin. You got a lot’a nerve, to say you got a helping hand to lend. When I was down, you just stood there, thinkin’ you were gonna win. But when I broke my shin, you complained about your chin. I used to be among the crowd you’re in, but you just wanna be on the side that’ll win! Oh how I’m glad we’re not kin, ‘cause I’d surely send you to blend with the Weathermen, ‘cause, it seems, that you like them! You call yourself a leader, but none consider, you such. You’re not much, but you are a quitter, and you litter, loiter, you’re a faker, and a liar, and you smoke paper, and I just say, “I’m through with you Reeder!”
© Copyright 2008 Keegan (UN: gankee-con at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Keegan has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |