Short Jumpsuit Poems
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Bumbling along in my jumpsuit and clod hoppers
A sight to behold, a fashion statement for shoppers
Stylish and appealing
For the elderly beings
Reminds me of the days when I was a big bopper
If you pay pension
To the military people
And don't pay to the real heroes
Who are doing real job
Working for you as OP
I really wonder
How is bureaucracy the apparatus
This of yours is really broke
* Inspired by song THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS - REPRESENT
In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant
Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth.
There once was a pheasant named Owen,
whose plumage was splendid and showin’.
but a flatlander brute,
with a camo jumpsuit,
won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’.
Shackled in chains,
And an orange jumpsuit He came,
Shuffling into court.
His name was called,
and he stood to face his shame,
All eyes upon him.
Held in his hand,
A crumpled sheet of paper.
He opened to read.
He poured forth,
his failures and pains,
with alcohol.
The judge said.
"Sounds like a Jekyl and Hyde thing."
"I sentence you..........."
For the Jekyl and Hyde Contest.
Pineapple kangaroo jumpsuit
I know where is he going with this
just bare with me
i uttered these words and kissed my wife
last week
Sick of the i love you's
My mission that i chose to accept
How to interpret the bland
Poems stealing words for life
Music twirls alone on the dance floor
So i have invented my own language
with only 3 words
no one else has heard it
only you
Then i showed her this page
and her face brought the clouds closer
Our car must wonder why the heck
It isn’t being used.
Cosmetics in my make-up drawer
Are equally confused.
My pocketbook forlornly sits,
Sure it’s been left behind.
My brand-new jumpsuit in the closet’s
Crowded and confined.
My MetroCard and cash are tucked
Inside my wallet’s folds,
Perplexed at never leaving,
Stuck inside their stuffy holds.
I must be going crazy
Thinking ‘bout these lifeless things
But when boredom is the way of life,
Some merriment it brings.