Me be glad It's Sunday
Me be exhausted. Both mentally and physically drawn out and beat.
Caught between the place where me wonders what to do and the fact that me ain't got the energy to do it.
So me want's to let someone else speak for me.
Me gives you the best of the best....
Whatif
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow tall?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
Tired
I've been working so hard you just wouldn't believe.
And I'm tired!
There's so little time, and so much to achieve.
And I'm tired!
I've been lying here holding the grass in it's place,
Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,
Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet,
Counting the toes on a centipede's feet,
I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud,
Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,
Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,
Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes,
I've been supervising the work of the ants,
Thinking pruning the cantaloupe plants,
Timing the sun to see what time it sets,
Calling the fish to swim into my nets,
And I've taken twelve thousand and forty one breaths,
And I'm TIRED!
Shel Silverstein.
Me misses you and wish you were still sharing your thoughts.
STOMP.
14 comments:
You might want to lay off the hashish before you blog.
Shel is smiling down on you Scary..obviously :-)
Shel's good, but sometimes the "what ifs" can get to you. Big-time.
It's all good. But remember: it's not good to hide in your shel(l).
Good grief, someone still knows where to find hash? I haven't seen any since the 70's. I haven't even heard of any since the 70's.
Nice poems, Scary. I enjoyed them.
Mr. Mighty one~ Me were smokin banana skins. Me needs me hookah fer hashish.
leelee~ Me believes he be smilin down on everyone.
SJ~ Still ain't found the car. Those damned whatifs are a integral part of me existance.
PUG~ Me knew you'd understand.
Southern~ The last time me actually partook of that substance, me got so brain dead that me lost me skateboard and started speaking like this.
STOMP.
lol to pugs comment...
Wondering what if... oh nevermind... nothing good ever came of that!
Hope you had a good weekend my scary green friend! =]
Well, I'm sure that homely little car will turn up sooner or later. Hey, you've morphed us from fish to mooses. LOL.
I've always wondered whatif I got breast implants. Not that it's particularly relevant, but I've always wondered.
I love Shel Silverstein...it brings back one of few good memories from my childhood. I used read his books over and over again.
Kate~ Me believes that all good things come from wondering.
SJ~ It be a jungle out there.
tfg~ Me would suggest hormone therapy first.
Bardouble~ Me didn't discover Shel until me was a fully grown monster. I bet iffin me had read him as a tadpole me would have turned out quite differently...Then again,
STOMP.
A bunch of "what if's" have got me down and are beating the crap outta me right now. I hate them. I'm calling a "what if" exterminator.
Women problems occupy my mind (breeze blows through, tickling my hypothalamus).
What if Scary Monster wasn't funny anymore? a.g. would be so sad. :(
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