Too sad (I cant make time to review your..

TOO SAD...

Too sad ......though you have immortalized my alter ego in a brewed-bottle,
I don’t drink!

No wine, no beer, no smoke, no fear!
No Beef, no pork, no fish, I’m broke!
No muscles, no worry, no girlfriend, no Ferrari.
No heron, no heroine and heroin means mortuary!

Have another drink Bruno, another beer Camille?
Don’t u worry I’ll gladly foot the bill.
Forced them to drink, they can’t stop now,
11 years Tea totaller, I've been and how!!

Had a Black copy of the Harley Davidson,

Mama sold it for Twenty Dollars to the Scrapyard person,
Along with the unlicenced.....Crimson`MO-FA`,

Now brother's eyeing my red-car.

Was cycling till last year,

Makes sister feel we’re inferior,
So I gave it to someone I didn’t know,

And she was glad to see it go.

And now I have a scooter which guzzles petrol like Whisky,
Can’t take the Yamaha bike, no insurance, its too risky!

My Red-car that Slash of Guns n Roses hopes to trade for his Gibson Guitar,

Well ..I dunno Slash, it gets hic-cups and you wont be able to drive her that far....

But I guess I’ll sell her on e-bay,

Will someone bid her one day?
Let her go her way,

I’d rather have a donkey with a bray.

And now Dad's son has joined the Writers Cafe,

Day in day out another heart-break; another affair!

Id like to tell you all there is enough love in the air,

Please ...please do not feel that I dont care.....

And I'd think and write and type myself silly,

Thinkin I'm Flash Gordon and not psychic-kid Willie!

The problem with us Poets is really,

We want to reach out but our Hearts dont tally!

But then look whos talkin now...look whos talkin..

Checkin for your reviews on my Blackberry while Im walkin,

I dont make an honest effort to review your poetry,

While expecting you all to pour some sugar on me.

sigh!

And my dearest darlin' partners in crime you two old scrawny legs of Alabaster,

You have walked too- too far today for Oprah to interview your handsome master,
You know he's got a teenage crush on the gorgeous wonderous Jessica Alba,

Last Friday 'twas Judicious Fyrebrand, this sat its Malicious Melba!

Legs are meant to carry, not to worry me sick and sour,

Please dont plead me, I wont wax you, I aint Boy George ..Duh!
You can’t hold my feather-light weight for a measly two hours,
While famous drunkards walk many miles after drinking in bars!

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KAOlmsted

I absolutely love this...I mean that so sincerely I am going to shout a loud loud loud Holy cats, dude...because this is some really messed up thinking, which I admire greatly ;-) You worked every last nerve, baby... Great stuff! Thank Corset for bringing this one back into the live feed after all this time ;-)