Showing posts with label rhymetime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rhymetime. Show all posts

Monday, January 31, 2011

What Do You Is This


Can you make your funny more talking?
You can, you can!
Can you make your creepy more stalking?
You can, you can!
I saw you be more move when you pretty!
Did you? Did you?
I saw you be more yell when you shitty!
Did you? Did you?
Did you be more smile when you cooking?
You did! You did!
Did you be more sneer when you looking?
You did! You did!
You can make your loving more hold!
Can you? Can you?
You can make your hating more scold!
Can you? Can you?

bad rather good why than I can’t see you’d be
You just make no sense to me.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Some Days (are left a little blank)

Fall into your future stage
Scribble goals upon your page
Be the warrior, be the mage
Be the way you show your age
Be the screaming fit of rage
Or store your feelings in the bank
Make a date to shake your cage
Some days are left a little blank.

Use your body, use a song
What you save won't last too long
Arm some armor, wear a thong
Sip some tea or smoke a bong
Someone's at your door, ding-dong
He's got a hand, he's gonna yank
Fly like Monthra, fall like Kong
Some days are left a little blank.

They say you've got a job to do
Gotta plan ahead, it's true
Get your posse, get your crew
Project: Advertising You
Hear the message, get a clue
Make them recognize your rank
But use that white space wisely, too
Some days are left a little blank.

You've got to get that worker's wage
And prove you're more than just some wank
But there's reason, says your friendly sage,
some days are left a little blank.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Bullfrog Jump

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with a lilypad
Bullfrog croaking in 4/4 time
Alligator stealthily swims behind Bullfrog
thinks “Ima make this morsel mine.”

Bullfrog knows those rows of teeth
He's tired of this game, needs relief
Bullfrog doesn't wanna end up dead
So he hops a Greyhound to the city instead.

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with the sidewalk
Hopping feet carry him for a mile
Hipsters and jocks on all the blocks
All think Bullfrog's cramping their style.

Bullfrog struggles with communication
Uppity humans cause him frustration
They say he'd be better living in a coma
Instead he decides to get a diploma.

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with a college
Scores a BA in liberal arts
Work is scarce, but at least Bullfrog
Can be more eloquent with bullfrog farts.

Now Bullfrog thinks he's above this town
It's Americans who are getting him down
He wants to jam to a new vibration
So he jets to Europe for a vacation.

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with a helipad
Bullfrog flies though the air to Spain
Spanish flies are delectable to Bullfrog
Spanish sun causes Bullfrog pain.

An American frog in Spain has no cred
He realizes as his skin turns red
So he gives up the cities so harsh
and takes a boat to get back to his marsh.

Bullfrog takes a look around him
Thinks he found home or it found him
Laughs about all the times he had
(Though, let's face it, they were all bad.)

Bullfrog says he owns this place
He's the new king of the swamp, “all hail!”
Alligator snap in conjunction with a lilypad
That's the end of the bullfrog tale.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

In 20XX

(Pronounced, "In Twenty Ex-ty Ex")

In 20XX,
there will be no Jersey Shore
Tidal waves will swallow seagulls
And they all will squawk no more

In 20XX,
We will go to war with Spain
While we won't know why we started it
We'll say our rights remain

In 20XX,
It's illegal to have sex
Children are cloned from tissue
That's extracted from folks' necks.

In 20XX,
There's no politics or law
When all decisions are provided
By one mighty robot's maw

In 20XX,
Google will control all life
Cameras in every cranny
Watching husband, child and wife

In 20XX,
Humans will escape to Mars
But their journey will be thwarted
By a host of shooting stars

There's no doubt: in the future
All our problems will be double
But if I don't live till XX
It's someone else's trouble.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Warm, Tonight

"A Killer Snout"
We laugh about
it as we sit here drinking

A Dirty shell
is just as well
as somewhere else for thinking

The future and I
sit face to face
Maudlin roles
In a cheerful place

So just for now I'll ignore that I'm sinking

Where will you go?
What will you do?
Questions we both answer

Those words are just
A wanderlust
Reality's a cancer

So much we know
We don't wanna hear
So let's empty that
pitcher of beer

And I'll sit here, as carefree as a dancer

Paranoia's
got a hold on me
but how long can I shield myself
from what I don't wanna see?

But at least our drunken faces
are resonating in the light,

and at least some of us
will be warm, tonight.

It's closing time
And so we climb
Out of our pit of mercy

If we can't sit
well, this is it
Shake hands, bow, or curtsy

Our time in this place
seems so inane
but as I walk to the bus
in the pouring rain

My fear returns and naturally, it hurts me

Paranoia's
got a hold on me
but how long can I shield myself
from what I don't wanna see?

But at least our drunken faces
are resonating in the light,

and at least some of us
will be warm, tonight.

At least all of us
got home alright

But it's gonna take more than that
to be warm, tonight.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Marmots in Winter

The yellow-bellied marmots
in the winter of o-three

Were dazed, surprised
And traumatized
At what they all did see

Their leader, Griffin, squirreled away
With clanking metal sound:

Rifles, revolvers,
“Problem solvers!”
He said. They rallied round.

“My brethren, come this springtime
When our hibernation's done

Wolf and beast
Will come to feast
But this time we'll have won.

The humans' magic guns will surely
Fell our predators

The hunter's fire
Is my desire
For we are warriors!"

As Griffin held his head up high
And waited for applause

The others praised him
Began to raise him
Like a god-like Santa Claus

But one young groundhog stood agape
Wondering in defeat:

“We don't have thumbs
To hold these guns...
And where's our food to eat?”

Thursday, November 25, 2010

A Thanksgiving Poem

Let's give thanks
Let's get fat
Let's put on the pilgrim's hat

Let's go out
Let's stay in
Let's sit down for our din-din

Let's hold hands
Let's say grace
Let's all never leave this place

Let's eat turkey
Let's eat pie
Let's get full and drunk and die

Let us keep our faith as our world's shattering around us
Let us forget all the things that constantly surround us
Let us take our places and we'll let this moment ground us
Let us fuck
Let us fight
Let us kiss and say “Goodnight”

Let's all smile
Let's all beam
Let's spray on some nice whipped cream

Let's all laugh
Let's guffaw
Let's remove the things we saw

Let's have wine
Let's have beer
Aren't you glad that we're all here?

Right now we've got turkey carving,
But tomorrow, we'll be starving.