when i'm really happy i can see inside walls
it's not x-ray vision, it's just saying 'lol'
at somebody who is so far away from you, just say 'lol'
so that they can imagine you 'lol'ing, in order to
induce laughing.
very pleased today i hope you are too.
you aren't? well, let me put away the superglue.
it's not the superglue you need, but bonding;
look at me, i'm totally molecularly bonded.
Über happy.
Many say that somebody who's saying they're happy is not, really.
i guess if you're happy you're also irrevocably mute. and ARE YOU DEAF TOO?
I SAID I'M HAPPY
if you like it like that ;)
Anyway, rainbows, my little pony
where adjacent pony-keeping rules.
So my pony is never confused with yours.
No need to brand anything.
What is the meaning of brand?
I see only a lush landscape,
whether in variation of greens,
or dark-pepper mental, crazy:
like the time we made you go get us coffee
and then, when you came back, we already had coffees.
We'd gone to get coffee *faster* than you!
You then realized you had been conned,
but no
We showered you with gifts and told you it's your birthday!
It was the best day.
:)
Showing posts with label happy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happy. Show all posts
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Been Meaning To Write A Happy One
Often stumbled, often finding
oneself suddenly bound
by oneself, such that
can't even write a Happy Poem.
Well, no more I say, this is it:
Having been chopped off hands
we scurried across the feet of all accusers.
Kicked rats outta their homes, then
postured as rodents in a sewer.
Why are we speaking in plural terms?
Wiley or trying to appear supernatural?
Well, it's because there are supposed
to be two hands to any given human.
No connection to the brain, we swear,
we're kind of anarchists.
But if you see us at a party
we're only there for your womanly kisses.
You come to us and cry about the exploding world
not noticing the beautiful origami universe
we just folded for you.
That's right, you laugh
unforced, uninitiated
causing our phalanges
to tremble.
We come out of the darkness into daylight
every single time you experience recall.
And we sit there, in the pockets of your favorite trenchcoat
so bloody excited to finally get to see again the mall.
You're laughing, unforced, uninitiated
we're trembling, brainless
just squirting out of the confines of your pockets
and nobody knows!
Everybody thinks you're a Joker!
With trick gadgets up all your sleeves.
oneself suddenly bound
by oneself, such that
can't even write a Happy Poem.
Well, no more I say, this is it:
Having been chopped off hands
we scurried across the feet of all accusers.
Kicked rats outta their homes, then
postured as rodents in a sewer.
Why are we speaking in plural terms?
Wiley or trying to appear supernatural?
Well, it's because there are supposed
to be two hands to any given human.
No connection to the brain, we swear,
we're kind of anarchists.
But if you see us at a party
we're only there for your womanly kisses.
You come to us and cry about the exploding world
not noticing the beautiful origami universe
we just folded for you.
That's right, you laugh
unforced, uninitiated
causing our phalanges
to tremble.
We come out of the darkness into daylight
every single time you experience recall.
And we sit there, in the pockets of your favorite trenchcoat
so bloody excited to finally get to see again the mall.
You're laughing, unforced, uninitiated
we're trembling, brainless
just squirting out of the confines of your pockets
and nobody knows!
Everybody thinks you're a Joker!
With trick gadgets up all your sleeves.
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