This Pen Is A Piece Of Shit Poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

This Pen Is A Piece Of Shit

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How am I supposed to write under conditions like these?
Barreling motorcar roar through my alley, please.
Wake me, shake me from my world nocturne
Turn me, burn me; dump me in my urn.
Scatter me onto the earth of a continent never traveled,
Where barefoot folk can carry me and grind me into the gravel.
There will be no more roaring motorcars, no more pens and barrels.
No more off-key motherfuckers singing Christmas carols...
I have seen my world of life and strife, rapture, indifference and peril.
Your world will thank me when I am gone, and pray that I was sterile.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 23 March 2006

Nice rhymes and sarcasm. I see PH gives this keywords of: christmas, world, thanks, travel which made me laugh. Thankfully, not THAT kind of poem. -chuck

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Lenchen Elf 09 December 2004

ahhhhh, one of THOSE days: -)

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