Humble Pie..... a la mode

[Icingsugar]

A punk rock song

Can you see me now
Workin' for the man
Haul his shit
And grind his grit
And doing everything i can
Just to get back home
Just to call it a day

One day one day
I will own this place
I will have it all
I will be the man

Can you see me now
On the morning train
Coffe drunk
A loser punk
Off to bust his ass again
Just to stay above
Just to stay alive

One day one day
I will own this place
I will have it all
I will be the man
One day I know
I will be the man
I will make it so
I will be the m******g
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!

(I didn't write that last word like that, but that's how the singer delivered it. )

 

[Angeline]

Re: A punk rock song

Can you see me now
Workin' for the man
Haul his shit
And grind his grit
And doing everything i can
Just to get back home
Just to call it a day

One day one day
I will own this place
I will have it all
I will be the man

Can you see me now
On the morning train
Coffe drunk
A loser punk
Off to bust his ass again
Just to stay above
Just to stay alive

One day one day
I will own this place
I will have it all
I will be the man
One day I know
I will be the man
I will make it so
I will be the m******g
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!

(I didn't write that last word like that, but that's how the singer delivered it. )

oh boy.

I think you just won the tin medal.

 

[Liar]

This might be a good time to mention that Icing and I went to the same school, and I heard his band play a couple of times. They were pretty damn good, if you like the gritty brit rock Oasis once played, although the lyrics were a bit on the hooligan side. Some were better than that though.

By the way Angeline, you ain't seen nothing yet. I'll dig through my desk drawers when I get home.

Hold on to your seats. Or cover your eyes.

#Liar

 

[annaswirls]

CPR

I decided to revive this thread after thinking more about the novice poet discussions going on.....thought it might be a nice match.

it has been a while, come on y'all fess up with your depressed teenage poems and the like

(unicorns and ponies?)

eh hem

 

[annaswirls]

HEY I just saw Eve's rhyme sticking out whooo hooo~

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Re: CPR

I decided to revive this thread after thinking more about the novice poet discussions going on.....thought it might be a nice match.

it has been a while, come on y'all fess up with your depressed teenage poems and the like

(unicorns and ponies?)

eh hem

Making memories
each and every day
when that sun rises
I'm ready to roll
Making memories
in every way

okay I'm embarresed...
(funny part is I didn't ryhme back then...)
<snicker>

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Re: Re: CPR

Making memories
each and every day
when that sun rises
I'm ready to roll
Making memories
in every way

okay I'm embarresed...
(funny part is I didn't ryhme back then...)
<snicker>

oh yeah....the rest...

Me and my friends sittin' round
talkin' bout old times
of how we use to chase the girls
and drive our cars thru town
hoping to realize
we weren't wasting time
we were making memories

 

[My Erotic Tail]

Re: Re: CPR

Making memories
each and every day
when that sun rises
I'm ready to roll
Making memories
in every way

okay I'm embarresed...
(funny part is I didn't ryhme back then...)
<snicker>

oh yeah....the rest...

Me and my friends sittin' round
talkin' bout old times
of how we use to chase the girls
and drive our cars thru town
hoping to realize
we weren't wasting time
we were making memories

 

[jd4george]

This thread is rather frightening!

Having just read the early poems posted here, I realize why I am so envious of the talent here: Even in their early teens, many were already writing some damn good stuff.

1966 was the year that I began to take poetry seriously. I was fourteen, and was suffering through the teenaged angst of a short, fat, bespectacled boy. I began to hang out with some of the more "literary" (unpopular) kids, and we wrote and shared stuff constantly.

Revisiting those poems, forty years later, is both humbling and insightful. I was a freshman in high school in 1966 when I wrote these two pieces. In hindsight, my stuff went through a rapid metamophosis... all part of that "experiment" and "imitate" thing we all go through. My first experimentation was to not rhyme! As for the second... I have no idea, though I admit I had discovered "doobie"!

While sorely tempted to tinker, I post them as originally written... (fair is fair).



Clown



I am the jester for all mankind.

I laugh, and the world laughs...
not with me, but at me...
and 'neath the paint and flowers
I am crying.

The bittersweet taste of love
seems to never touch these lips.

Stand up!
Applaud!
Fanfares for the clown!

Does it ever really matter?
Only to me.



Not That You're Canned Food.
(The Freshman's Answer to the "Now" Poets)



You can't wipe your forehead
with the red of an American
or blow your nose on a piece of toast

A pain within the depths of my groin
bangs unmercifully
an unrelenting battle
for the human(e) way

To hell with the minorities
blow the whites and protestants
off the earth
and let only the three-legged prostitutes survive
(if they have a two-colored palm)

Burn the books
if created by man
and break all the bluebird eggs
in the branches of your mind

Build prisons
and confine all the cruel creatures
of the earth
To tell which is which
stab them in the heart
and if they die
let them live
(for they are not the cruel)

Empty the sewers
of our heads
squeeze out the bowels of our minds
throw the garbage in the sea
and the sea will throw it back

It hurts mama

Stare hard you people
who are blind
cause you're the only ones who can see

Until tomorrow
quell the pain in your crotch
keep beating it
and enjoy

It hurts mama
It hurts mama
It hurts mama

It hurts