got a pocket full of pump
got a mind set to kinky
throwing myself down the stairs
look at me, i'm a slinky
got a paper bag full of stubborn spite
got past its "use by date" luck
not prepared to give too much
not even a solitary fuck
got a breath full of semi corrected inept
the only possible way is up
a storm behind my eyebrows
tempest of contempt in a Styrofoam cup
got a pill to relax
got another to get me tight
maybe a few a more just to be sure
just to be sure the wrong is right
got semi naked ambition
and a restless fully clothed heart
feelin it in my gut man
the beginning is just the start
got gods to swindle
got plans to hatch
intent on the hitch
and avoiding the catch
got time to kill
and shit to talk
room to stall
but none to balk
got things to do
and places to go
and so many things
i don't need to know
got plenty of nothin
some of it real
got room to move
but none to feel
got a tune to groove
a moment of bliss
just enough to drown
out real world hiss
got a whole lotta nothing
and i got it going on
got a real quick look
and in that moment it was gone
i was certain a certain something
wouldn’t take very long
an illusion resumed
a conclusion assumed forgone
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler




Comments (2)
"got a whole lotta nothing and i got it going on" I love your poem, but this part here is my absolute favorite!
Love this! Great work!