I never wanted thisA Poem by Mohl083
i still like the way i worked the counting crows album in here in reference to their concert i saw
It’s twenty-five degrees
And my reflection in the car window
Makes my nuts shrivel up
A little bit more inside me.
Moustaches aren’t cool anymore.
I once knew a guy
Who could make the most perfectly round snowballs,
But none of my friends wanted to meet him.
It’s sad to look out onto a big white field,
And not see a snowman standing in the middle.
I’m not looking for the next Frosty or anything,
But attention must be paid.
When you get down to it
After scrapping away all the fluff
Of days that keep me from the weekend.
It’s all about that day in August,
And everything after
Has been to bear witness
To exactly how far a man can fall.
Sisyphus pushes his rock.
Only no one mentions the chain
From his bleeding ankle
Bolted to the boulder he toils with.
I still can’t accept it.
The man in the mirror isn’t me.
He can’t be. He’s a rental.
The first crap car you get
The day you turn 16.
Drive it around till it dies
Then you get the Corvette.
This is the dress rehearsal;
The time to work out the last few kinks.
So when the curtain rises tomorrow night
The audience won’t gasp in unison
At the bloated corpse
In a pool of his own vomit.
© 2008 Mohl083
Added on February 10, 2008