Friday, August 20, 2010

I continue

to practice lethargy.

My energy -
has gone away from me

My inspiration -
Is on vacation

My urge to do -
Has got the flu

My impetus -
Got hit by a bus

My ambition -
Doomed to perdition

I savor the flavor of a total lack of labor.

You finish it...


Blogger G said...

Beautiful ode to state government.

3:50 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

My feet don't want to walk,
my tongue don't want
to talk.

My brain is squirming
like a toad,
as I gulp down pie
ala mode.

My spirit is body-locked
and cannot fly,
until probably I die,

or defecate, whichever
comes first, last, or

my creativity is on hold,
like old bread covered
in green mold.

I probably should urinate,
but first I have to

cuz this wad of Bazooka gum
got my jaw muscles tight
like a snare drum.

My right hand is stuck
in my left pocket,
but I would take off
like a damned rocket

If my wife would roll
me over, and shove
a four leaf clover

in my pie hole, that
she found in the yard
left by melvin mole.

I would spend some
time on facebook,
but every time I
give it a look

that damned Glenn
is busy jumping from
friend to friend,
so that's all folks,

8:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dat's what I'm talkin about dere, dudes!
Now dis is sum fine poetry.


8:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I am going to be ill.


8:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think you both have been smoking
way too many leaves of grass.

.................W. Whitman

8:57 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Took your poetic challenge,
tacked on my lame response,
and found a terrific painting
by Ricardas Filistovicius to
illustrate it/them.
So that imp Inspiration
found its way
toward the light of day

9:10 PM  
Anonymous Freda said...

Is it a holiday?
No it's choice.....

(Sorry for mucking up the rhymes

4:47 AM  

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