In the Day and the Life of Nikki

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By Sandwich Massacre

Waking up in the morning, wanna go running But its too damn cold, gonna go eat something I’m not a breakfast person, why is my father cursing Gonna eat some cheerios without out the milk cuz its worse than CHEESE I think I’m gonna sneeze, why the fuck am I suffering from these allergies Syntax error; my deviated septum isn’t functioning, I’m suffering Can’t look down too long cuz my nose is gonna run And honestly I have to say that it ain’t much fun But I’ll deal with it, oh look its gonna rain Oh I love it but its deviating my brain No wonder why my father thinks I’m insane He thinks I worship the devil and support terrorism in Ukraine Ain’t it great, he thinks I’m a spawn of Cain That’s okay cuz our thoughts don’t have to be the same But he’s dogmatic, like a dictator Nazi-istic, like a Puerto Rican Adolph Hitler And then my mother, she support him when she see fit to do so Other than that she wanna leave him and go over the rainbow *Oh~ why do I hate me >> this is frustrating >> but I’m not hating >> anybody But me And oh~ I’m so wired >> I’m on fire >> but there’s no water For me The sun is going down, shadows on the town But I’m all hyperactive, I just wanna run around But my father’s still a dumbass, totally inhuman, comatose, and senseless And my poor brother, gonna drown and float to the surface But I can’t help him Might as well join all the monsters that I locked in the basement Reminiscing all the times and all the things that Beck said “Oh~ I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?” And that’s my problem It’s easier to die or get high instead of face the conundrum But I’m all alone I wanna take my father down in a match of the sumo Wie Gehts? How is your mother? When was the last time you spoke to your brother? You don’t care; it’s pretty sad; I used to try But I saw it was worth nothing, ey I might as well die But that’s just dumb; baka-sama wa keralah lah uh Singing: “Atashi ni ikiru yurushite yeah yeah yeah Atashi no kokoro jiyuu hoshii yi yi yi” But it won’t help, there is no hope Itsuka dare ga itamu darou My only escape is visible, drops of jupiter left behind in a giant afro * And oh~ en el dia y la vida de Nikki Everyone is getting picky The world is getting kinda sticky Oh, I think I’m stuck here Statuefied, stupefied, and attacked by tapirs 2002

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