Monday, March 31, 2014

Bad Poems, March '14 - By Sasha



Dust Bunnies
Mom says it’s dusty under the couch
So
Dusty
I think she’s crazy
So
Crazy
I can’t believe she’s making me clean the dust
I’m stomping up the stairs I’m so angry
So
Angry
I’m leaning under the couch
It’s not that –
Woah it’s really dusty down here
So
Dusty
Make sure you clean everywhere kid
I don’t want to see a single speck of dust
Whatever Mom
What
Ever
Make sure you get all the dust bunnies
Whatever Mom
What
Wait there are bunnies?
I only see dust down here
So
Dusty
I bet Mom’s lying to me
Mom always lies
So
Lying
I bet she’s just saying there’s bunnies
So I’ll look under the couch
Mom is annoying like that
So
Annoying
She’s bringing me the vacuum
So
Annoying
There totally aren’t any bunnies here Mom
They’re dust bunnies kid
Whatever Mom
Can’t you see them?
Whatever Mom
I’m turning on the vacuum for you
Whatever Mom
Clean up the dust bunnies
What
Ever
Are you cleaning?
O
M
G
Mom
Turn of the vacuum
I’m not turning off the vacuum until you clean up
No Mom, there are bunnies
What?
Bunnies Mom
So
Bunnies
They’re not real bunnies they’re dust bunnies
No Mom they’re real bunnies
So
Real
You’re lying kid
So
Lying
Am not lying
Whatever kid
What
Ever
They’re coming out of the space under the couch
They’re all brown and fluffy
So
Fluffy
Turn off the vacuum Mom
There are bunnies
There aren’t any –
Woah that’s a lot of bunnies
If you had told me there would be bunnies I would’ve cleaned up sooner
I didn’t know there would be bunnies kid
What kind of mom are you?
I’m a cool mom
No you’re not
So
Not
Yeah I am
Prove it
I’m giving you like eight bunnies right now
Woah thanks Mom
Now clean up the dust under the couch kid
It’s dusty under there
So
Dusty

An Ode to the Dwarf Star
O Star, who shinest so brightly
In the sky
The sky dark like a – really dark cloak or something
In it
Thou shinest
Why art thou so small
Tiny
Miniscule
Dwarfish, one might say
Not that I’d say it, I think you’re magnificent and wonderful and the best star anyone could ask for
I mean you – thou art a bit small and red and sometimes I can’t really see you
But I promise you’re amazing and perfect and I’m sure you’re just as good as any other star
Anyway, Star, Beacon, Light, O great shining orb thingy
I ask thee to grant me one wish
Well, I really would like more wishes but I heard somewhere that asking for more wishes is against the rules so I guess I’ll settle for one
I ask thee for just one wish
One simple
Tiny
Miniscule
Dwarfish
Thought that’s nothing against you of course, my Star
Wish
It’s simple really
Simple for a Star I guess, not that I really know what a Star’s life is like
There’s just this one boy
Well he’s more of a man, really, he’s like sixteen and so dreamy so that basically makes him a grown up adult now right
But anyway he never notices me
Not to say that I’m not important and worthy of having my wish granted by a star, because I assure you – thee – that I am
He just doesn’t understand, O great Star
And if I had just one wish from a Star like you
Even if you are just a little
Tiny
Miniscule
Anyway, even if you are just a little Star
Do you think you ever
You know, if it’s not too much of a problem for a Star like you
Do you think you could make him notice me?

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