Monkey Gong
Breathing in than breathing faster,
A perfect disaster this life of mine.
I need a drink while I'm still here waiting,
For this to all to be over and I'll be home.
To sit by myself and think for a second
Turning into minutes and now hours long.
I turn on the T.V. just clear the silence,
But just like always there is nothing on.
Except for the news, but thats so depressing,
And the weather man is always wrong.
I lift up my voice to clear out the ghost,
With a voodoo doll and my imported monkey gong.
It's pretty and gold, red trimming and swirls,
My own ancient chinese secret hex reverse curse.
It says ring it once and bow to the east,
Than read the inscription its in cantonese.
If I follow these simple directions my demons will be driven,
But unfortunately my ghost only seem to speak english.
Than they complimented me on efforts with a nice try,
A pat on my back and even said to me good night.
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2011
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