The Gifted Poet is Dead (vol 1)

(the gifted poet was a blog of deliberately bad poetry for a contest — the gifted poet is now dead. I killed it)
some classicS:

Love Knows No Paper Walls

Sugar wont you please
let me come on over
please tear up that
restraining-order
no reasons should keep us two apart;

you’re best psycho-analyst
I had ever had
you really helped me
when my head hurt bad
I just want to thank you with heart;

I told the policeman
the other day
as he was towing my car away
when comes to my love
I just cant end what i start.

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Pills, Pills, Pills

Pills, Pills, Pills, Pills
My funny little friends,
you help me sleep
keep me from passing out

…..
and when those confusing feelings come
you will numb them all the way

…..
red pills ,blues pills, white pills
a colorful cirus of little pills
…..
I think that i would runaway and join the Circus
If i didn’t have a fear of clowns
but i digress…
…..
if this last for four hours, consult my doctor?

*****

The Price of Love

like a fine bottle of malt liqour
baby you filled my cup
i will remember you always
even after i sober up

money cant by happiness
money cant buy me love
but thirty dollars for u my girl
is as priceless as heaven above

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Love is the Force

Princess Leah walked her wookie,
high maintenance princess’ only kiss frogs
but prince-ly toads don’t get no nookie,
honey id rather be that shaggy Star Wars dog.

You’re the X-wing fighter of my soul
Your death star shot me in the heart
Even in a galaxy, far, far away
in love we shall never part

****

Lowered Expectations

one night ,while eating corn chips..
out of my lovers navel…
i thought of a story i heard.
when i was young and able…
*
It was the story of Icarus..
Who fly so sky high,
right into the sun, where…
his wings became Kentucky fried…
*
like the player on Maurie Povich
satisfied with “YOU ARE NOT the FATHER...:”
like Oil Tycoons attitude…
Towards the environment “why bother”
*
Like the bar maiden at closing time..
who’s rejected me all night..
finally says, “well your as good…
as gets tonight”, with sigh.
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aiming low with your goals
you find you be easily satisfied
and your find your appendages
will seldom ever be Kentucky fried.