All I want is love...
Say it.
All I want is the world...
Wrap it.
Not to cry anymore...
Kleenex.
But, there's three problems.
Of love...you don't speak.
The world...you don't know your backyard.
Not to cry...Kleenex HELL! ! !
Get me four king-size comforters,
Two bottles of vodka,
Carton of cigarettes...and
A one-way ticket to Montego Bay.
And if you ever learn
To make a bow,
After I'm gone...
Stick it on your ass.
Yes, this is clear. A powerfuelled antidote to the vagaries of love. Good close! ! xx jim
Brave, Bold, and dashingly Irreverent, highlighted in that contumeliously magnificent final verse! ! !
Only vodka? This sounds like it calls for some major drinking...
A light-hearted rant from a needle sharp pen with a memorable final line. Stylish, succinct and thoroughly satisfying. love, Allie xxxx
A brilliant solution to my tears....a one-way ticket to Montego Bay! Great advice my friend.
Love, the world, not to cry anymore - that just about covers it. I had that all - in deluded moments, then the hammer fell. Thanks for the re-greeting - I have been writing, just not posting. - Marc
I’m not gonna say I didn’t see the ending coming and still it floored me. For me an enjoyable read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm with you on this but no Montego Bay, you'll like Grand Cayman Island better...I use Puffs. Your last line is priceless and the endind stick why I say no Montego Bay with just cause......Your write here is cute, , , did I just say that? yes, well it is....marci.xo