Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler


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

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

  • M S (5/12/2006 8:44:00 AM)

    I have noticed that you rhyme better when you are pissed off ... food for thought next time you're thinking of punching your fist into a wall (Report)Reply

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  • Chuck Audette (3/23/2006 1:22:00 PM)

    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 (Report)Reply

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  • Lenchen Elf (12/9/2004 9:13:00 AM)

    ahhhhh, one of THOSE days: -) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 9, 2004



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