poem of the day 10.10.14

ode to a pen that doesn’t work

when i need a pen to work

you stupid fucker

you could’ve been immortal

there’s a kid who won’t stop farting on this bus

and a brazilian chick in a mini-skirt

put the two of them together somehow

and i could’ve made us both famous

or at least a couple people

would’ve read about it on my blog

but you had to crap out on me

you cunt

pilot g-2 .05 tip of nothing

and there’s nothing worse for a guy like me

than a pen that doesn’t work when i need a pen to work

you’re like my heart giving out

or my will to live

you’re a six-day work week with only one day off

a flaccid penis at the end of a woman’s period

the final dreg of wine that won’t make a proper glass

and that kid keeps on farting

i think the dude sitting next to me is going say something

start a fight with his mother about manners

that brazilian might be a tranny

this ain’t manhattan this is brooklyn

do you know how many trannies we get down here?

you blue tipped albatross

and to think i chose you over your .07 pointed brother

i’ll bet he would’ve worked

with him i’d be writing about flatulence

and chicks with dicks right now

the scribbles of the gods

but instead i’m sitting here huffing someone else’s gas

with the guy next to me ready to pop

a blood vessel

trying to see if i can see

the bulge between that brazilian’s legs

another shit writer

on a shit work day

abandoned

adrfit

without the tools of his trade.