Bryan Corbett


Shooting Stars - Poem by Bryan Corbett

bought a map
to all the star's
homes
for five bucks
from some kid
that smelled like Patchouli
sitting in a lawn chair
on a corner

and now I'm sitting
outside your mansion
behind the steering wheel
of my rusted-out Chevy Nova
waiting
patiently

the DJ on the radio
is spinning 'Dirty Deeds'
by AC/DC
ironic

biding my time
waiting
patiently
for you
to come out
and play

waiting
patiently
polishing my pistol
just to kill the time

Topic(s) of this poem: funny


Comments about Shooting Stars by Bryan Corbett

  • (1/23/2016 10:32:00 PM)


    Quite entertaining and amusing poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016



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