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You think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe. Spiritual. Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy!

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And now, an impromptu poem.

Posted by zen64 - September 15th, 2010


Just finshed doing academic chores
"Please stand clear of the closing doors."
Sitting on a crowded train car with a crying child
The parent's response is far too mild
"Hey dude, you heard about so and so?"
"LOL yeah that bitch is a ho!"
Says the same annoying group of high school kids
Chattering and chattering while the train car skids
Burnside Ave, practically half way there
Then a stagnant odor suddenly fills the air
Here comes the junkie beggar into the car
Eyes that look like he's had one hit too far
"Please give me money to help my son."
The way that he looks I hope he doesn't have one
He then gives up realizing he's out of luck
"Fuck y'all motherfuckers! I don't give a fuck!"
He then storms out the car with his fucked up teeth
While everyone breathes a sigh of relief

Sitting down finally at peace
Hoping my commute would be slick as grease
Next stop's coming up and I look outside
Trees and buildings quickly passing by
I get up to get ready to depart
People also leaving begin to walk apart
The train stops and what do I see?
A whole bunch of tourists with Yankees T's
I then realized to my utter disdain
That today there was a Yankees game
A sea of people walking about
And here I am, feeling like a trout.
I shoved through all of them quite a bit
There's the bus with a huge crowd lining up to sit

Shit.


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