Deep within the dankest, darkest depths
January 2, 2008
Deep within the dankest, darkest depths
of my mind,
there lies a creature,
locked up, chained to the stone walls
that suppress my very being.
Holy quaker oats!!
The town’s on fire!
Someone call grandma.
It’s the lobster headcrab thing,
gone wild amidst the planets of the ape!
As I wrote this poem,
I listened to Panic at the Disco.
It wasn’t until the first line of the chorus
that I remembered your name,
the name I so labored to memorize.
My hand!! I can’t take it off your thing!!
It’s the freakishly giant hornet!
Eating my house!
The end is near.
We are all gonna die.
Love. It’s the slowest form of suicide.
That’s what Johnny told me.
And it’s true.
Slowly,
I have been falling towards my demise.
House of composure.
I live next to my dog.
Parents eat fish.
I am giant potato head.
Feel the wrath of my bad carb. Grrr…!!
The creature has escaped now.
The longer you lock it up,
The more it becomes uncontrollable,
and crazy.
Help me!
I can’t spell hippopotamus!
Lots and lots of honey for my noodly baby!
Demon bunnies have come to my rescue.
Let go of the monkey.
I hate cheese.
my attempt at saving the world filled with cheese-flavored beer snacks
crackers, crackers
like the microscopic monkeys that saw Johnny Depp fly
life is so full of chocolate-filled water buffalos
it makes my nose itchy.
forgive the giant super weasel as it crosses your hallway wearing granma's T-shirt
help me! i can't spell hippopotamus!!
lizard-bunnies are eating my house.
the heat is killing me.
friday is the sex!
what should the radioactive mashed potato do for it to steal your ass-crackers?
words are only the stuff that crawls under my bed when the coast is clear.
sex poodles come down from heaven and we have tea parties.
this is the life my toe wanted.
you were the light from my closet door.
the deer i hit with a bat came back a millionaire.
Rocko should've had a moderner life.
what is wrong with my hair?!
you dare mock the ice princess!?!
feel the wrath of the king and queen of cheese!
i need complete silence if i am to save your ass from the nails of doom.
Just passing by….
but then, for sure, once i’m all tied up with my career i’ll be looking for that free time i once hated so much lol
Post! Post! Gimme my Gillian dose!
