Thursday, June 07, 2007

Jesus Christ!

An after midnight poem. I call it;

SHUT THE FUCK UP

Chainsaw, buzzsaw, rattling brains
Displeased, displaced, my bulging veins.

Awoke from slumber with a start
From far more than a tiny fart.

This happens every god damned time
I'm this [] close to committing a crime.

It always comes after beer six
God dammit you, now I'm in a fix.

Woke you up, 3 times at least
Can't quiet this snorting, noisy beast.

I say this with all the love I can muster
at this time of night I've lost my luster.

But...

Onto the floor your blood will be pouring
If you don't roll over and STOP FUCKING SNORING!!

8 comments:

Heidi (not klum) said...

Hahaha! I feel your pain honey, John is a snorer. There is always the couch, the extra bedroom or the deck outside.

A good swift kick also does the trick but then it starts up again and I end up just leaving the room.

Truly said...

I can't help it! Just poke me in the ribs and tell me to roll over!

/snorer
//especially when I drink
///I can't help it!

NouveauBlogger said...

HAHAHAHAHAHAH!

That's good. Funny, I've notice my wife in the spare bedroom after I've had a few too :). Seems a common affliction.

Joan said...

Ode to snorers

If I wake you up when you snore
Please don't give me no sass
Cause I will stick
A broom up your ass!

I spent 2 hours early this morning listening to the human freight train.

Nan said...

Sounds like you were at my house. Oil Man is famous for his snoring.

Trish said...

LOL....god woman you make me laugh!

Avalon said...

Betty. I keep trying to convince you to dump the guy and get a housepet. if they snore, you can throw them out in the yard and NO ONE calls the cops. Please consider the error of your ways.

whitey said...

...yeah, but the cat keeps her up even more often and doesn't do dishes.