Best Thanks For Nothing Poems
It’s terminal….the Big C has struck
Despite these prickly heartdart lyrics, man voraciously yearns for a glint of hope
Incurable strikes the ears, accelerates to the brain, explodes into the mouth
How Long…………………………Now, you always wanted a pseudonym, an identity
Cancer victim, sufferer, prey—slithering around in the soul, you choose dupe
When all is said and done, every person is terminal….Thanks for nothing.
Sucked into the world of lines, transfusions, infusions, refusions
Pleasuring the tiniest chance to trounce it, you drink the nectar of the physicians
Chemo that mass, radiate the hell out of it, pill it to death….
Still there—tumoresque tendrils rifling into the interior, spinally nesting, growing
Fear slinks into the soul---every day you congregate in the Church of Cancer
Singing, praying, finally screaming for respite and release from pain…
Oh wait….the prayer to the medicine man has been answered
Remission you might call it…freedom, thank God
We shall overcome it. Can’t find it anywhere
Uh, oh….back in that cathedral again, the preacher’s been waiting
You won’t last six weeks…metastazing its way, taking you along for the last ride
Let’s morphine it to death. Sleeping, sinking into oblivion
The intravenous morphimic cocktail sucks your heart and soul, blasting the brain.
Terminal
In my life all you ever gave was pain and
Saddiness. Killing all my dreams of a future
Never giving me any encouragement .
Only leaving bruises and scares on me.
Always thinking I needed you in my life just
Because you helped give me life
What kind of life did you give me? When all
The words and actions showed me no love.
Always leaving me to feel anger towards the
World . So thanks for nothing . God has given
Me more love and strength then you ever did
As a father. I thank God everyday for all the people
He gave me to show me the love you never did.
Monkey
Stay off my back
All I want is my stuff back
My memories
my family
my wife
my life
My time all over again.
I’m not asking for much
I’ll meet you half way
No. My way or the high way
Keep out of my way.
Don’t bother me again
Keep the black dogs company
Monkey.
I’ll think of you often Monkey
Each time I see a sunset
Or sunrise
A clear Sunday morning
Or anything on Saturday night.
Thanks for the bad times
And the sad times
Thanks for nothing
Monkey.
Jack the Jester some people call me
Quite hard living up to at times
But if you keep reading, I'll write some sillies
To help you forget winter's signs
Join the army... visit exotic places
Meet strange people, then kill them
I'd really like to help you out, dear friend
Which way did you come in
They say beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
A truer word was never uttered
It's amazing I can still come up with these gems
My poor brain is really cluttered
To all you virgins out there, thanks for nothing
This one sure gave me a giggle
It's good we have this fancy computer thingy
You'd never decipher my squiggles
You laugh because you think I'm different
I laugh because I just farted
Change is good but dollars are much better
Now do you see what you started
© Jack Ellison 2014
First chapter:
She gently sooths my soul with a quixotic grasp
Yet she’s a ruthless (use imagination)
Her emotions unstable like pitches in opera
She teases touching and leaving like breezes
Love works like God…in mysteries
2nd chapter:
I read faultless poems by my elder poets
My heart temper tantrums from elaborate adjectives use to describe her
My eyes bleed, squinting wishing they never laid pupils on these poems
Final chapter:
Reading poems of confusion from elders
Poems based of melancholic love tragedies
Passion filled tragic that plagues me in an immature form
How naïve to believe that adults would’ve figured her out
My peripheral vision fights over the red X button and the next poem button
The X button wins.
No one can figure out the depths of love.
Thanks for nothing.
Love and peace.
The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home
On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse,
I develop a rapport
with my pallbearers.
I jest
my clown pursuit of life.
And say.
Carry me to a rat hole,
I really do cry.
I can see the reincarnation
among the rats,
their bitter eyes
matching mine.
Yet it would be
a step up from this life.
If only people knew
like who would really care?
My mind's eye sharp.
Mom and Dad knew
they gave me this apple,
this apple
filled with malignancy.
It grew orchards in my mind.
Contempt.
"You were a mistake
my young child."
They were a mistake,
my fist tightening,
hitting the wall
of wanton
predispositions,
repeatedly.
Their flame,
my ashes.
Their flame,
my ashes,
my pet phrase,
an unleashed dog
barking uncontrollably
in my mind.
It won't be long now,
I shrug.
So do the rats.
The rats will be marching in,
hurrah, hurrah.
Yes, I smile a tear.
Is it the piano man,
or is it an albatross
playing
my funeral hymn?
Tears of sadness in his eyes,
I would like to think.
I write the final days,
to journal,
on this island
in my mind.
My words,
like flares shot
high up in the sky,
summoning,
summoning
for help.
But no one sees.
No one comes to rescues me.
I gather a prayer,
Dear family
thanks for nothing.
I wander
the last few breaths.
I find my bed of albatrosses,
and sink low for the last time
as the music sends me away.
connie pachecho
6/11/17
Note-I was inspired to write this piece after reading the entries to Craig
Cornish's current contest-God Knows Where I Am.
Thanks;
it's been quite a year,
it flew on by.
Now it's that time again;
...to show our appreciation.
So...thanks;
thanks for nothing, that is.
Thanks for the food that disappears tomorrow,
thanks for the poverty and all the sorrow.
Thanks for making my rent run dry
...and sending our future into the sky.
By the way,
thanks for making my mother cry.
Thanks alot for the black eye
...and all the stress related violence that didn't have to be.
It really gives life new meaning.
Thanks for every tear I've cried,
thanks for caring if I die;
I know that if I get sick you'll really care.
Don't stare!
I've got no money anywhere.
Thanks for that, by the way.
The get sick and pay,
It's good way to deplete the population.
You guys really have a heart.
Don't pout, this ain't no guilt trip.
I know you don't care a bit.
You'd only cry if you dropped your wallet.
Thanks for inventing wallets, by the way.
They really save the day.
For whom though?
If we only had some dough,
we'd pay with cookies.
Now that's a way to live
...if you ask me.
Where was I?
Oh yeah...
Thanks!
Thanks for nothing, that is.
People only thank you if you give them something.
What have we got to say thank you for?
We give you everything,
you ask for more,
we ask for something,
we get the door.
Thanksgiving is misleading;
no one gives a hoot
...and for everyone that's giving,
no one gets the loot.
What can one expect?
The day is based on lies,
the pilgrims and all their crimes
are rewarded with a holiday.
Do the natives eat their turkey on this day?
Do the natives say thank you for forgetting us?
Taking our land from us?
Tainting our history?
Do real Americans eat turkey?
I doubt it.
Thanks for corrupting our food, by the way.
Thanks for destroying our water supply
...and all the crimes that you deny.
It gives daily life a certain charm,
all this harm.
Thanks for putting our lives in danger,
blaming it on strangers while you eat your caviar.
Can you not see the hypocrites that you are?
Are your mirrors broken?
I cannot find a single thing to be thankful for.
In the meantime, I hope the store accepts these cookies.
ALLERGIES
I’m tired of these rains of salty tears
Caused by allergens in my atmosphere.
Since allergies last the entire year,
Why they’re called “seasonal” isn’t clear.
The stinging spores are always near,
Welling and swelling and telling,
I fear, of my constant felling
From constant tears.
I can’t get my eye makeup to take,
Shake, bake, or stay
Because it bleeds and flakes
Due to the water my eyes always make.
So thanks for nothing, Allergies!
?How you piss off a priss like me!
You take great liberties but show no civility,
Increasing and releasing
Dark shadows doing battle
In all places and spaces on my face;?
Usually lovely but “seasonably” ugly
From the super-puffy, very stuffy
Watery, red, and watershed
Eyes I temporarily despise
Because of these constant cries
I can’t defy, deny, or hide,
No matter how hard I try.
I’m stuck with the leaks, peeps,
So if you care about skin, nails, and hair,
Beauty tips, bowed lips, and my clever quips,
Please say a prayer my face is spared,
Not too wizened and pared
Into a beady raisin
By these godforsaken
Allergies which constantly
And relentlessly torment me!
But He Sure Did
Make A BIG DEAL
Out Of It
That One Time...
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So Incessant:
Knocking, Knocking,
Knock-Knock-Knocking...
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Knock It Off!
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Haha Funny...
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Please Shut-Up!
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Thanks For Sharing!
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Thanks For Nothing:
POE.
-Gray Squirrel
09-09-2025
Thanks for ignoring
My pathetic pleas.
Thanks for all
My insecurities.
Thanks for infection
And thanks for disease.
Thanks for nothing;
Just bad memories.
Thanks for teaching me to rise when I fall....
Maybe I’m thankful after all.
All those times that I was nice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
All those times I gave advice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
When no one else sat by your side,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
I always took your flipping side
so what the hell happened to us
What was the point?
You don't care mate,
What was the point?
Wont give me your time,
What was the point?
You're not here mate
What was the point?
You take and decline
What was the point?
In a clear state
What was the point?
don't help me this time
Hearing stories through the grapevine
You trust them and avoid me
When you had no one I was there,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when I alone showed you true care,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when you were all alone and scared,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
you needed back up and we'd pair,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
You seem to have forgotten then
now you choose not to see me
When your head was left looking down,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Lost of spirit I'd turn you around,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Protect you from abusive mouths,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
All those compliments I'd sound
and now you choose to dark me
Thanks for messing my head right up,
refuse to help and left to rust,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
rip out my heart and leave it crushed,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
friends who take and don't give much,
You really went and hurt me mate,
so what the hell happened to us.
That's what I meant,
when you need me,
That's what I meant,
then you leave me,
Thanks for nothing,
and I mean it,
You mean nothing,
a waste of my time,
Hearing stories, changing your mind,
the worst in your thoughts, now that's just unkind,
Knew me in person, for a long time,
thrown out the window, your memory blind
Forgetting that you know me,
thanks to hear say, thanks to hear say,
When we talked on our only,
all was one way, all was one way,
I wish I'd never met you now,
loved you dearly, loved you dearly,
I guess you never cared for me,
and now I struggle to care for peeps,
I think you broke me, I think you broke me,
no one cared when I was weak,
must be joking, must be joking,
wonder why I hate your guts,
because you take and dont give much
Thanks for nothing
I thought we were a team of 2
Both you and I had each other
on which to lean on
Until 1 day I woke up and eventually
realized
I only ever really had me
And soon enough even that 1
Will eventually become
None
The invitation spelled my name
“Eileen,” which I don’t do.
We’ve never met the bride and groom;
Her parents, though, we knew.
We skipped the wedding; sent a gift.
The thank you came today.
I laughed when I first read it;
This is what it had to say:
“Thank you very much for coming
To our wedding and, as well,
For the cookware set you gave us.”
Guess they couldn’t really tell
That among the many guests
Whose bodies added to the scene,
There were presents but no presence
Of the fictional “Eileen.”
Jack the Jester some people call me
Quite hard living up to at times
But if you keep reading, I'll write some sillies
To help you forget winter's signs
Join the army... visit exotic places
Meet strange people, then kill them
I'd really like to help you out, dear friend
Which way did you come in
They say beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
A truer word was never uttered
It's amazing I can still come up with these gems
My poor brain is really cluttered
To all you virgins out there, thanks for nothing
This one sure gave me a giggle
It's good we have this fancy computer thingy
You'd never decipher my squiggles
You laugh because you think I'm different
I laugh because I just farted
Change is good but dollars are much better
Now do you see what you started
I’m following you
on a Friday night
Once again you said
that you were too busy
for our date night
Now I’m sitting in the corner
being ignored
Thanks for nothing you [tramp]
It’s like I don’t exist
but you promised it would never be like this
I insisted you deserved better than me
a position your persistently denied
And here you are focusing on another guy
So I’m seeing that you were just being kind
all the compliments were [merely] lies
While you’re slamming the door in my face
I know that I’m in the wrong place
And now I see that your love
is laced with a stranger
So I’ll just leave discretely in anger
while the sight impales my tearing eyes
I should have stayed in bed
and loved you forever
believing your [countless] lies