Tagarchief: spoken word
poem: what not to say to a “lunatic”
what not to say to a “lunatic”
no crazy people allowed
please do not visit the clubs
just take your pills – and
go to sleep already
I don’t want to be bothered
with all the shenaningans
just go and stay away
there are nurses where ever you live
maybe they like to talk to you
I just don’t care anymore
I only like myself – and
like minded persons
also, stop calling people ugly
cause so are you, so are you
have you ever taken a good look
in the mirror lately – well
then you see what everyone
has to go through
I’ve got one problem
and that problem is you
you dirty basterd
you’re the weirdo
© Maurits Sterkenburg
poem: between blasts of water
between blasts of water
don’t catch a cold
-just-
catch my drift
okay, well that was on me
just trying to get a good laugh
what clown do I need to beat up
before even thinking about
the guy that always gives me riddles
I just don’t want this anymore
last a man who thinks he’s a pinquin
stabbed at me with an umbrella
then a dude in a weird suit
yelled hasta la vista, baby!
and ran off after he said
I’ll be back
it’s so confusing in here
the clown always asking me
why I am so serious
and I don’t know the answer
because nobody likes me
even my clay dolls ignore my complaints
and I don’t even know why I’m here
the guards are mean so I have to beat them
and then I always end up in here
in this white pillowed room
can someone get me out of here
before I go completely out of my mind
© Maurits Sterkenburg
