The Wizard Of Blahs

The Wizard Of Blahs

A Poem by The B***h On Her Knees

 

 

 

I bet he sits there

scratching his a*s

burping

with hemorrhoids

and day-old stubble everywhere

 

he probably gets home

and crashes on the couch

snoring

tv blaring

 

I bet his laundry is piled up for days

litter box full

dogs loose

fridge empty

 

I bet he gets lost

on remote highways

gets tickets for things like

parking wrong

and

he probably asks for directions all the time

 

his pantry holds

kids cereals

and twinkies

his bathroom has

no clean towels

rings around the tub

stained toilet

and toothpaste splatters on the mirror

 

he might have

two or three women

on his phone

numbers I mean

one is his ex wife

the other is his mother

 

his potted plants are dying

his truck smokes

and so does he

and his ideas fizzle fast

 

this must be the reason

he reigns

so supreme

online

 

 

 

 

© 2008 The B***h On Her Knees


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Great concept. You never know what is at the other end of these infernal machines. Love it.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on June 15, 2008