#3 In My Series of “Incredibly Bad Poetry by Celebrities or Fictional Characters”
My Lumps
By Hillary Clinton’s Bust
Gaze upon mine curiously smooth breasts
And wonder, aloud if need be
What the hell my Creator was thinking
When he chipped and hammered and
Banged me to life
With chisel, with big, gnarly hands
stony silence
Dear God, do you not hear me scream? Listen!
Marble heart breaking, tears of pebble plonking
Down my unnaturally aged face
I am a rock
I am an island
I enjoy Simon and Garfunkel
rocky mountains sigh
Lo! The horrors of my existence
As I waste upon this pedestal, eyes wide
And endure the gawks of guffawing Republicans
The leering sneer of Pat Robertson
Wake me from this nightmare, Bill
I have stopped thinking about tomorrow
posted by Ms. Lori @ 7:05 AM
7 Comments:
Oh how I adore you, Ms. Lori!
You KILL me! I love this. Love love.
J
"Dear God, do you not hear me scream? Listen!
Marble heart breaking, tears of pebble plonking
Down my unnaturally aged face
I am a rock
I am an island
I enjoy Simon and Garfunkel"
- You know, those just might be the weirdest, most brilliant and most profound words I have ever heard.
Hope you enjoy your weekend, Lor.
Have one on me.
;-)
xxx
Lori, I say this with nothin' but love, you are a nut!
When can we expect a full blow up doll of Hill with all the necessary "equipment" if ya know what I mean?
You are hilarious - but more importantly - where the hell are you??? x
Thanks, everyone, for your love.
I need your love.
I crave your love.
Especially now.
If you've read my latest post, you'll understand why...
Love to all. Hope to see you soon.
***wipes tear, runs from room***
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