Best Satirehome Poems
there's some lovers with brothers
who want to smash your face,
they're all writing fiction stories
in some big top secret place
when the 5 o'clock whistle
gives way to the chase
we'll all run to the hole
and try real hard to erase
everything we never could control
the little things that help
you keep pace
give me access to the water supply
I'll make sure no one gets out alive
that's right! we're all gonna die
don't worry I'm willing to drive
I've probably only had 8 or 9
we're gonna get home, get home just fine
there's some mothers and others
finding shelter in my home
granted it's an abstract idea
but I just wanna be left alone
I'll keep hiding under the covers
after all we're only flesh and bone
so here's some contrived lines for your
head stone
give me keys to the machine in the sky
I'll set our course for a vertical dive
that's right! we're all gonna die
don't worry there's no need to cry
I've probably only had 8 or 9
we're gonna get home, get home just fine
Oh willow tree
you'll not fool me
your happier than most
I watch you sway with
such delight
you mere can keep from
boast
I see no weeping
no woes worth keeping
and yet in form you droop
know this dear tree
you'll not fool me
as I rest upon your stoop
I'll collect my nuts
I'll carve my cuts
Into your nimble limbs
then you shall see
Why willows weep
as me and mine shall keep
a home sweet home
forever loaned
Inside of you so deep