Pinocchio

Pinocchio

A Poem by EdFutinski

Skipping life today
bring me anyway anything
most of the people bore me to death,
I feel like they have nothing to say but I’m the one who’s quiet
I’m the pipe who’s been stucked with all kinds of s**t
So laugh
And you know, I was thinking getting a kiss
Or at list a slap so I can feel some
Blood pumping within my paper skin
The thing is that I’ll have to take some
More spines in the a*s to get the crown on the head
I was thinking about a girl then about her again
And then I lighted a cigarette
And what do you know?
I opened up a beer and I’ve seen a puppet, with no strings, on the bottom
It had my face and was smoking also!
And I asked it”What do you think, we’ll make it?”
And he showed me the bleeding holes on his chest and answered
“Yeah, baby”
But his nose grew bigger
And I told him “You scum,I already know THAT story!”
And he answered with a naïve grin
“Baby, don’t get it wrong, that’s the erection I get from this life’s beauty”

© 2008 EdFutinski


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wow. this was good. this is something wayyyy different than what i usually read on this site. bravo!

Posted 16 Years Ago


What a trip. Love it though. Especially the ending.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on March 1, 2008

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A Poem by EdFutinski