Sunday

A little birdie came and said
A little voice inside my head
Once told me not to get alarmed
And quickly pleased and quickly charmed
I told you not to go away
But you don't care 'bout what I say
And though I try to help you find
Composure, peace and calm of mind
So let's play football, come with me
And let's go climb an apple tree
And eat the apple of your eye
You foolish girl, so quiet, shy
Away from all the trees you see
The rose you hold it holds a bee
Which stung me on my bulbous nose
And yet you hold and flaunt that rose
And hold my hand, go for a walk
I've got so much to tell you, talk
'Bout numbers, sets, ellipses, squares
Depression and 'bout worldly cares
And with a baseball bat I hit
You on your nose, your stupid shit
There on the road, please watch your step
My god, your boots, they look so hep
Just like the may-fly, buzz away
And bow your head, my friend and pray
That India plays her football well
And on that precious thought I dwell
Within a cave, in search of light
It's getting late, let's have a fight
And I'll be black and you be blue
Let's fight all night, and with your shoe
Let's drive away the creeps and crawls
That so infest your stomach walls
All lined with Villi, mucus too
And what was it you'd have me do?
A geek, a freak, a bathroom leak
So cute, so scrumptious and so chic
I'll tell you, pal, let's not go play
It's getting late, call it a day
Call it a night, or what you will
Or call it crap and tripe and swill
Or call it me or call it you
Have you got nothing else to do
Than call me names, let's bounce a ball
And maybe then some fruit will fall
And we shall eat it and be cursed
And we'll be learned and well-versed
In art and science, in style and class
12S, dude, which I did pass
Just barely, yet, I'm quite the threat
Of cholera in the village wells
And waxes, wanes, and quicklly swells
Just like a sty upon my eye
Oh give up now, don't even try
To comprehend this, well, you can't
And so my enemies shall plant
A bomb inside me and then blow
Me off to where I want to go.

A little birdie came and said
I took a gun and shot it dead.

7 comments:

Até said...

I love the rhythm, and the rhyme. But, er- I can't say I understood it. I guess I have to read it some more before I do. I've saved it on Word. I'll get back to you.

Meow Meow.

the psycho guy said...

There's nothing to understand, I was (truly) raving. Just enjoy the rhythm.

Gitanjali said...

Congratulations... that was truly nonsense... fun, but incomprehensible, nevertheless!

Até said...

*snorts*

Anonymous said...

you should challenge eminem one day

the psycho guy said...

Gitanjali: Thanks.

Anon: That sounds like an insult.

the psycho guy said...

Ate: There's nothing to understand, but glad you liked it. Was seriously fazed out when I wrote it. But see if you can find a pattern I've hidden in it. Please Try. Meow meow.