Slam Slam
Slam Slam
What’s with all the rants!! The Slams!!!
Why is everyone so pissed!!
What was it that I missed??
So – Some ******* cut you off,
Banged a left, ran the stop.
The neighbors dog crapped on your lawn,
Those squawking birds at crack of dawn.
Am I just nature’s freakin’ pawn?
Egg yoke broken, - milk gone bad
Toast is burnt – How very sad.
One shoe loose - the other tight
I’m always wrong – she’s never right.
I play the freakin’ lottery
In hope the STATE will rescue me.
One question troubles saint and sinner..
I wonder what the hell’s for dinner?
So rumble through your raucous rant
Scream and vent until you pant.
If you don’t like the way the plan it
Grab mike or pen -
And Freakin’ SLAM it!!!!!
John G. Lawless
5/22/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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