Wrongful Birthday Suit

I hate being sober
I hate being drunk
I hate being captain
I hate being a punk
I hate going to bed
and I hate getting up

I hate the cold
and I hate the bright sun
I hate getting started,
I hate being done;

I hate being alive
but I’m sure death is worse
All human existence is simply a curse.
I hate being certain,
I hate being confused
It’s too frickin’ seldom I’m very amused
I hate being naked
I hate wearing clothes
I hate all this stuffed-up shit inside my nose
I hate having jobs
but I hate being broke;
It kills you to do nice things like drink and smoke.
So think, think, before you stop taking that pill!
Your offspring may not want to wait for your will.

Comments

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    Ann Sterzinger

    ok, so no one is going to read this. In my opinion, it's the funniest poem I'm capable of writing. I don't know what else I can do to get a readership so I'll have a beer to think it over and then blow off my head. If only I can work up the nerve. No; most likely I'll suffer another failure of a day. No, I'd rather drown myself.

  2. sleepydog

    I read your blog.
    You recorded a song in my basement, so we're kind of friends.
    Write more stuff
    You're a good writer.

    thx

    Chris "Basement Music Guy" Q

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