Thursday, June 26, 2008

the doors

parity clarity jitters bleak
coarse remorse hide seek
weep sleep voyeur's peek
snort retort alcohol reek
love dove pet cheek
money honey indulgence weak
run gun blood leak
peace lease god meek
fumble stumble break the fall
halted vaulted within brick walls
kneel heel pray on the floor
would it hurt for you to open the door?

8 comments:

Johnny Tent said...

The Doors? This isn't them, Saym man, this is you! Me's one of just a few left for comments, so...

Awesomenesses!

(please take note of the plural - that should make up for comments that will never be)

Sameer said...

i guess the words fuck, shit and the like are more repugnant than i had estimated :).

well who gives a flying FUCK..the show must go on.

Johnny Tent said...

Abey 'shit' kehne se toh mere mata pita bhi naaraaz nahi hote.

Eh ehhehe hehhehhe he.

Done With Blogging said...

dude - you are on one fucking spree. read your blog after wuite sometime. very nice man. very nice. annd do something - filter john's comments - he's an arse.

Prashant Gautam said...

The awesomeness of this fucking poem is so obvious that coming here to write "Well done mate Sam, you the dude" is as rhetoric and superficial as coming here to write "Soham will never be able to tell the Q from the W on a simple keyboard" :D

Johnny Tent said...

Here's a poem of my own. It's titled "the doors" -

Hi, I'm Bong,
I'm a freetard.
Open the door, ding dong,
Lemme give you a free turd.

I'll drop my free opinion,
Just here & there, you know.
I've got more than a million,
Ooh look, there I go.

I think I'll just ramble on,
make you sing my own darned song,
Make you kneel wail pray on the floor,
It's gonna hurt to open the door.

Done With Blogging said...

yeah yeah - everybody takes a shot at the broken hearted bloke when he's down.

Mrityunjaya said...

The beautifuls be the poems sam.

May be it is the best poem i have come across.

kudos to paapi-rus