Monday, December 6, 2010

Coldness: a realism poem

It's minus two
the sky is blue
and I am fucking freezing

it's hard to work
with icy hands
the feeling's far from pleasing

the heat is on
I'm in my bed
my throat is sore and dry
I'd rather go to sleep instead
but work is piled high.

8 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

I like it. I like rhyming.

Jo said...

It's sophisticated, non?

Danielle said...

ahahaha its awesome!! you told me to go to someone else blog because of a sweet post and dint told me that yours is much sweeter!!!!

funny poem!

i actually sang it loud to myself..its very singable..!!!

Jo said...

No I didn't did I? But thank you anyway :)

itchybollix said...

f&&k it; have a siesta; it'll do you good.

Craig Sorensen said...

It's très chic

I love it.

Jo said...

Oh god, Craig. I forgot about you.

Blush*

Mwa said...

Rhyming and swearing - cool combination. I keep meaning to publish my dirty limericks, but they are too predictable.