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Strike Me Blind and Call Me Helen (Just Another Day On The Train
Try this on for hello...
'Ever contemplated Machine-Gun Fellatio?
This hair of yours, it's gorgeous - sleek
Mind if I take my lighter to it?'
Oh sure! Why not? Go right ahead...
Do I look blond to you, you dumbass freak?
Dickhead, you're nothing but a bar of soap
If you were the pope...
No...even then I couldn't care
But NOBODY messes with the hair!
'I'm picking up vibes. You don't like me a lot.'
Hey listen up world - this here flower-pot's, Sherlock!!
'You don't like me 'cause I smoke pot?'
Not at all...They're your brain-cells, like I care if they rot.
Point is you're a pyro, creep
It detracts from the fact you're one choice hunk of meat
I'm not your friend
I'm not your foe
Take your cue from Bob -
Join the sideshow!
'Where are you from?'
That's for me to know
'What's your name? You didn't say...'
Well strike me blind...!
You can call me Helen
Just keep it from my girlfriend, Ellen
'Listen I've got to go, this is my stop
It was great, thanks for sitting here and talking shop'
Great? Hell it's plain to see you're one well-sharpened tool
You LIKE hostility you moronic fool?
Yes, Good Bye! Be on your way
Don't let me keep you from GOING AWAY
Homeward bound
Go forth good train
Take me away
Before I too go insane
I lived in Chicago for five years and often took the el trains. This poem hit home and brought the train freaks parading back into my mind! For every dozen bland commuters there is a very colorful character. I love the Moxy of this one! It is liberating to feel/express the aggression as an afterthought. No! We would never really say anything like that...It would be wasted on the wierdos, the gluttons for punishment, they just might enjoy it too much! lol
That is awesome! Really cool. I like it. It makes no sense until you like reach the end of a stanza so you have to keep reading. It's great. Awesome. Britterz~
"Don't waste time being unhappy, life's too short"