WHY I SHOULD TAKE MY MEDS
Warning: Poetry created by Stacey during periods of over caffeination, hyperactive insomnia and/or manic cycling may include disturbing imagery and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
I’m bossy .
I’m rude.
I walk around in the nude.
I might pass gas
And blame it on you.
I think I have fleas
And possibly mange.
I’m a little bit loony
(completely deranged).
I’m 800 pounds
And was raised in a barn.
I’m very foul mouthed
And most likely armed.
I have unmanageable hair.
I’m ungrateful and needy.
You can try to pet me,
But please don’t feed me.
I bite. I have rabies.
I’m kind of a nightmare.
If you are disabled
I’ll probably stare.
I stole your boyfriend.
Ha! I confess.
I lied when I said “I like your new dress.”
Remember last week?
When you weren’t at home?
I went into your closet,
Tried on all your clothes…
Commando. I rant.
I go on wild tangents.
I flunked anger management
And punched both your parents.
I’m scared of old people.
I really hate gerbils.
I laugh like a psycho
When I throw rocks at squirrels.
But really, I’m sweet.
Just give me a chance!
I’m quite a catch.
Now, would you like to dance?
And by dance I mean fight.
I’ll use my best skillet
To knock out your lights.
I’ll grab a few eggs
Shreik like a banshee whose nuts
And fry up an omelet
Made with your skull guts.
The End.
DISCLAIMER: Stacey does not neccesarily endorse views or ideas expressed in this poem. Specifically Stacey does not support, violent acts committed with frying pans or otherwise, morbid obesity, consumption of human brains, firearms, boyfriend theft, ogling the disabled or throwing rocks at small woodland creatures. Stacey is not responsible for side affects associated with reading this poem that include, but are not limited to: emotional distress, feelings of disillusionment (involving your hopes for Stacey’s future as a sane, functioning member of society), sweating, fainting, vomitting, head shaking , paranoia, or social anxiety disorder. Have a nice day.
4 years ago

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