David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,259 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Famous Last Words - Poem by David Whalen

Famous Last Words

It ain’t loaded…don’t worry!
Trains just look like they’re goin’ real fast

Is cottage cheese supposed to be furry?
I ain’t gonna wait til all these trucks get past

If you Just touch your finger to it,
The most you’ll feel is a tingle

Well dear, since we’re being honest here
Hell yes…I’d rather be single

Just give him the finger
That ain’t a real gun

No…no…my good lady!
Aint no way that’s my son!

Let’ get under this tree
Til’ this lightning storms gone

It always cracks like that
It ain’t gonna break!

You know that ring that I gave you? ..
Well It’s a fake

Let’s hold up a gun store, waddya think?
Hell it won’t bite you…long as you don’t blink!

It won’t attack, if you just toss it a bone
Just play dead…It’ll leave you alone

I hear Russian Roulette is really fun
These tracks are a good place to take a nap

Why yes, you do look fat in those pants, hon
I ain’t never again gonna eat this crap!

And lastly the classic three

Go on…Go on …I dare you!

You don’t have the guts!

Is that little thing supposed to scare me?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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