Poems VII

Mom: Aaron, you're writing is disgusting.
Aaron: Some of it is inappropriate.
Mom:  Why don't you write nice poems, why don't you write nice stories?
Aaron: Why don't you?

Two new poems that came out of the old brain:

Autumn has returned again
Bright leaves fall from the trees
The colors are more colorful
If you eat some LSD 

Winter is upon us now
The biting cold is back
So light the fucking crack pipe, bitch
Let’s smoke some fucking crack 

The Spring is here!  The Spring is here!
Let’s all join hands and sing
It’s time to shake and bake, my friends
And smoke some methamphetamine

The summer has arrived at last
Warm nights and hotter days
Getting gummy is not a problem
If you’ve eight eight balls of yay 

So the seasons circulate
The Earth spins round the Sun
May we one day find a new planet
With different kinds of drugs

A kamikaze jet pilot
Married a Muslim bride
They shared a hatred of America
And a love of suicide

They rose at dawn as newlyweds
The wife packed her Koran
She joined her husband in his plane
And sailed toward the rising sun 

They flew above Mount Fuji
They passed islands in the Pacific
A hari kari pilgrimage
A honeymoon paradise ticket 

They crossed into the mainland
And made their way due East
A carpet flying on wind divine
En route to Washington D.C

They had left behind their future
Lands of sandstorms and tsunamis
Where atom bombs and cruise missiles
Carved graveyards for their families  

As the plane dived toward the Capitol
The husband turned to his new wife
“Do you love me?”  was what he asked
“With all my heart,” was her reply 

The exploding plane burst into flames
Like a lit match made in heaven
The lover’s bodies burned to ashes
In their cockpit of cremation

Comments

[Cole]

Always impressed by your morbidly hilarious poems. Fucking awesome wordsmitheryness!!!

[Aaron]

Thanks man -- you're support is important, because you're my only fan. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Roxanne next year. You'd make my day if I got personal tour of the Catacombs. Peace!