Friend In My Pocket

So that's where you put them...

Little friend in my pocket

My miniature pet,

I keep you with me

Wherever I go.

Should you munch holes

My suckling baby,

I will sew your mouth

Shut with pieces of string.

Should you kick and scratch

My fussy young one,

I will bind your legs

Together with unforgiving twine.

Should you see monsters in the dark

My fearful ally,

I will pluck your eyes

Out with jagged fingernails.

Should you defecate

My little darling,

I will plug your a*s

Tight with a rusty thimble.

If you were to die

My dearest friend,

I'm afraid I would cry the days away

Until another friend I would find.

Reviews

[Mai L Nissen]

Wow, what is the thoughts behind this poem? Well written!

[James O'Rourke]

I had written this back in college. Pretty sure it was a literal "friend in my pocket." If I recall, it was meant to be a sheep. Not really sure the meaning, if there was any. I think I was just trying to create a strange little world where these things occur and seem to be presented in a normal fashion. Perhaps an early attempt at morbid tongue-and-cheek.