New Year Shamble Brain Storm

i wanted to write a poem like the one i posted that was written some time late last year, but instead i just decided to brainstorm and post it so that the next time you find me not listening, or staring into space with a thoughtful look on my face, you will know when i answer 'nothing' to 'what are you thinking?' it is actually this:

fill me up with butter.
like no other
my other life was funner
and more grammatically correct
dont be circumspect
i just made a bet
ive got intuition
but im a sore looser
i loose big, i live small
in Second Life i'm tall
i like to fight, but i hate conflict
convict, convict!
blurb is the word.


today's lesson: not everything i think should go on my blog.

Discontent

mixy mixy,
this world is trixy:
it gives me hives-
the chics dont jive-
i still cant drive-
what makes me alive?

sexy sexy,
i'm on this trek, see.
i'm in a daze-
but such a laze-
Buddhists say:'take a gaze'
to whom do i owe praise?

taxi taxi,
drive until i'm in ataraxy.
now, don't misthink-
i'm just a gink-
we're on the brink-
here's a jink: Hyperlink!

In Spite of Ourselves

i like the Geoff Burner version of John Prine's "In Spite of Ourselves"

I think it's a real sweet song, and way cute:

She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.