Poetically Correct

poetry.

Mr. Burger: You Do Not Enjoy Playing Pokemon

mrburger:

Fuck

You love playing Pokemon, but you hate playing Pokemon. You hate starting out on new Routes knowing there will be tall grass, dead ends, and trainer battles. You hate surfing. You hate long, winding, random-encounter-filled deviations from the main Route that should have cool items in…

red-handed

birthdays pass,
and friends walk out.
sad times are the worst times,
but i can’t wait and pout.
lovers become nobodys,
i pay attention to you,
but i never become somebody.
what will it take?
do i have to buy you things?
or maybe it’s my hair,
maybe you should be more open,
or maybe you just don’t care….
all i know is when you walk by,
i can’t help but stare.

i just tell myself to wait,
when i want to talk to you,
i hesitate.
so i guess it’s my fault.
i can’t help who i am,
bring on the assault.
of these putrid peoples,
and candid whores.
i live off your shit,
so feed me some more?
call me a monster,
i’ll call you a bunch of noise.
listen here kids,
i’ll tell you a story.
it’s about the girl who didn’t see me,
but i saw her.
disease spread throughout,
and she never found the cure.

if looks are what you look at for,
you don’t deserve to have anything better than that.
i know i’m not as hot as the guys you like,
so i just lower my hat.

you might realize that i’m what you need,
no more days you’ll lay alone stranded.
with you in my arms,
cupid caught me red-handed.

October 8, 2011.
-tb.

excuse me miss

to make a girl happy,

is all that i want.

to be given a chance,

i’ll take her up front.

and show her to the world,

because i love her enough.

let her into my life,

but my heart stays tough.

i’m never seen as someone with heart,

so just wait and see.

but if you don’t want love,

then just let me be.

September 27, 2011

-Tucker B Rampy