poem

Hi all:

here is a poem I just wrote.


Hee, Hee, Hee

Or Srawling Your Dreams Onto the Back of a Shopping List Notepad
By Alice

Unrequited Dreams
Unrequited Lust
Dreams falling into sallow pit of
Squash, bed, ugly neighborhood
Mising someone so much
Their absence is spiky to you
Dreams, Love, Money
Keep Your Feet on the Ground, and Keep Reaching For The Stars
Casey Kasem screwed me over
What is to be
of the College Girl who wanted
to be free
While the rest of the world
said Hee hee hee
What is to be
of Me
Where is your Place
If you do not slatheringly seek Money with Haste
Is it the Nine to Five
that keeps you Alive
or is that Jive
Want to be Free
Want to be Me

Please do not copy.

I turned on the satellite radio (Sirius)to channel 45, hoping to hear "Eminem's Uncut Hip Hop," which I expected to be EMINEM (favorite Detroit rapper)songs 24 / 7. You can imagine my dissapointment when I did not hear EMINEM but a bunch of other artists. The only EMINEM that I heard was short promos by EMINEM. I will still be listening to the station, at least now I know there will not be any songs by EMINEM.


alice