This poem’s pretty stupid

This poem’s about as lame

As trying to dissect it,

Or writing it for fame.

On a cruiser made of bones.

I’ve pedaled through this realm,

With a ragdoll for a body

And blank space at the helm.

Have you ever smelled the flower,

Of someone’s mind that’s rotting?

Or ever heard the silence

Of a reputation stopping?

Have you ever felt your body

Eat itself for fun?

Or seen the way the rifling spins,

Down the barrel of a gun.

Oh how creative,

Gun and fun.

I’ve revolutionized the rhyme.

You’re gonna go far with this old pal.


Yeah I’m fine.

Photo Credits: Aaron Almeida