Burial
Today we bury the hatchet
Third times the charm
Can I finally get past it?
The pain, the harm?
We’ve tried this once
And then again
Now makes thrice
My old friend
Last I saw you
What could I do?
You didn’t even fight,
Though I hoped you might
It’s over now
Though I don't like how
You’re at peace
And that gives me ease
I’ve tried before
To lay you in the casket
I’ll falter no more
My good boy, Hatchet
An Ode to Cubes
There was once was a girl named Jessi
Who usually ate quite messy
She preferred lunch at her desk, you see
The repercussions of which, would yet be
For when James ate alone he
was sadly without his homie
The lunch room became lonely
And the rhyme scheme ignored A/B
So as James ate in solitary
Across the street was a bang! Quite scary
Startling a nearby squirrel
Running off, his tail a whirl
Fleeing hastily, he hit a pigeon
Though only by a smidgen
Thus the pigeon flew away
To ruin someone else’s day
And so it did do
By shitting on a wrecking crew
With excrement in their eye
Their explosives were let fly
Adjacent to the White House
Or so it had turned out
The president quickly ducked
And thought his country fucked
This is it, thought Obama
“You can’t bomb me, I’ll bomb ya!”
So he pressed the nuclear button
Meanwhile munching his lunch time mutton
Like that, the bombs flew
The world burned down to just a few
And nobody knew why
The pigeon shat in that guy’s eye
But it was because Jessi
Who usually ate quite messy
Sat at her cube in jeans
As the world was blown to smithereens
Groundhog Day
The machine is here
The body willing
The destination clear
Here goes nothing
Flash, bang, it's done
Possibilities, I can't imagine
Here I am, the first one
Where I am? The sixth dimension
But something's not right
I'm back from where I came
Can't believe my sight
Everything's the same!
I see myself, entering the machine
Ready to achieve my dream
Try to scream, try to shout
Nothing comes out
Nobody moves, nobody blinks
I can barely think
Body weakening, mind fading
Feel myself disappearing
Try to run, have to warn him
Stop this, before it begins
Pleading through tears
My cries fall on deaf ears
Have I done this before?
Will I do this forever more?
Never to come back
I fade to black
My fate, signed
This cycle, never ending
I've lost my mind
In the sixth dimension
Casual Encounters
Why do I die?
Is it your fault, or mine?
I sit and wonder why
Just off the rhyme
Maybe it's you
The judgment, the hate
Deep inside will brew
Determining my fate
Or maybe it's me
Always a waste
Always will be
A truth I have faced
No, it's definitely you
Yeah you, with the gun
Whose wife I did screw
Now nowhere left to run
She just caught my eye
It was her hair that made me
But I guess this is why I die
For fucking the bearded lady