cheesetray
2024-04-29 12:48:49 UTC
Tryin’ to Hitch a Ride
.
.
Ok, I have writer's block...
Again! Lookin' for some words
I can send. Oh no, don’t
Try to rhyme. It's too early
It's not your time.
Mom even says, it's not
Your kind
What's the topic here,
What to say?
Or maybe you just
Want to play?
No, there’s something
That’s on my mind
But what it is,
I have yet to find
Can anyone, anyone
Give me a clue?
Post a note, so I can find
Something to do?
Something to think
Something to write
Something to reveal
The Infinite Light?
I know I've found the door
I’ve got the key. Is it
also for you, or only for me?
I'm not much of a bitch
And no kind of snob
I’ve only come here
To do my job
And as everyone knows
This always means Bob
It all boils back, to Bob
You know...
Why aren't I worthy
What must I show?
Oh my G-d, no,
I’m just prattling on!
I’m being all oogey,
Just get out the gong!
Send me away, to do
Something productive
Anything that's not,
As Chaim says, "reactive"
I’m really not a big fan
Of this word. It's not
Just intuition, or something
I've heard. It just
Doesn't jive, and sounds
Kind of hokey
Not the kind of word
You'd hear out of Smoky
Or Mom, or Jack, or any
Of their friends
The other one is “proactive”
Another word which rends
It's such a bad influence
All these people who speak
So sloppily...
I wish the proper Way
would win…
And obtain a monopoly
So things wouldn't slip out
Like, "I’ll be there momentarily”
When I hear myself say that
I react a bit scarily
I'm losing it, losing it
The consequence...
Of dropping out
Coming to Los Angeles
Away from the old crowds
Where can I go
To protect my intelligence?
That happened at CVS
It’s the US inheritance
They took over, and now
Are the Pharmacy
Of the day. But they
Get the words wrong
It's so sad to say
And so do I, I'm heart-broken
But these groups are not wrong.
The people here are educated
They won't sell me a song
(insert: except for Will, ha ha, jk)
The enemy is out there
To accuse and throw down
Into a pit of letters
Words, books and sounds
What about Kabbalah?
It seems my dream halfway
Came true...
Don't throw the baby out
With the bath water
Is it this I must do?
How can I get
The man I love back?
I'm dying here, dying here
My heart is a wreck
This poem is stupid, this
Writing is dumb
I may as well go into
The corner...
And suck on my thumb
.
.
Hypnotist Collector
3.29.16
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faithfully yours,
-cheese
.
.
Ok, I have writer's block...
Again! Lookin' for some words
I can send. Oh no, don’t
Try to rhyme. It's too early
It's not your time.
Mom even says, it's not
Your kind
What's the topic here,
What to say?
Or maybe you just
Want to play?
No, there’s something
That’s on my mind
But what it is,
I have yet to find
Can anyone, anyone
Give me a clue?
Post a note, so I can find
Something to do?
Something to think
Something to write
Something to reveal
The Infinite Light?
I know I've found the door
I’ve got the key. Is it
also for you, or only for me?
I'm not much of a bitch
And no kind of snob
I’ve only come here
To do my job
And as everyone knows
This always means Bob
It all boils back, to Bob
You know...
Why aren't I worthy
What must I show?
Oh my G-d, no,
I’m just prattling on!
I’m being all oogey,
Just get out the gong!
Send me away, to do
Something productive
Anything that's not,
As Chaim says, "reactive"
I’m really not a big fan
Of this word. It's not
Just intuition, or something
I've heard. It just
Doesn't jive, and sounds
Kind of hokey
Not the kind of word
You'd hear out of Smoky
Or Mom, or Jack, or any
Of their friends
The other one is “proactive”
Another word which rends
It's such a bad influence
All these people who speak
So sloppily...
I wish the proper Way
would win…
And obtain a monopoly
So things wouldn't slip out
Like, "I’ll be there momentarily”
When I hear myself say that
I react a bit scarily
I'm losing it, losing it
The consequence...
Of dropping out
Coming to Los Angeles
Away from the old crowds
Where can I go
To protect my intelligence?
That happened at CVS
It’s the US inheritance
They took over, and now
Are the Pharmacy
Of the day. But they
Get the words wrong
It's so sad to say
And so do I, I'm heart-broken
But these groups are not wrong.
The people here are educated
They won't sell me a song
(insert: except for Will, ha ha, jk)
The enemy is out there
To accuse and throw down
Into a pit of letters
Words, books and sounds
What about Kabbalah?
It seems my dream halfway
Came true...
Don't throw the baby out
With the bath water
Is it this I must do?
How can I get
The man I love back?
I'm dying here, dying here
My heart is a wreck
This poem is stupid, this
Writing is dumb
I may as well go into
The corner...
And suck on my thumb
.
.
Hypnotist Collector
3.29.16
.
.
faithfully yours,
-cheese