A song for me :)

http://a-voice-at-the-end-of-the-line.tumblr.com/post/54175419015/i-got-asked-to-write-a-song-that-was-like-a-story

I asked a stranger to write a song for me and here it is.  I'll try to post it on YouTube.
:)

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poem for creative writing class

Remember When Imitation by Johanna

Part 1.

Miller Lite logo in the chest

the shirt’s too big

so she wears it like a dress,

and twirls a clumsy ballet.

Pigtails smacking her baby face.

Soon a yawn fights its way through her sugary lips

and she tiptoes to her imaginary friends

who wait on a cloud of dead sheep.

Imaginary friends ready to lull her to sleep

as she hides her arms in her big shirt

and cradles her perfect figure.

Part 2. "Sleep Over"

Cuddling with 10 of my closest friends.

Overlooking where one bitch ends

and another demon begins.

Commiserating the lies on the bathroom walls,

the best myspace profiles

and my pink polka dot pants.

Damn.

Why’d I let those tight pants go?

Oh yeah,

the jerk with the cute smirk called them “tacky.”

Tacky,

another word for “tasteless” or “classless”

But he’s the classless fucker

reading smut novels and

naming his sex apparatus

after Danielle Steel.

He’s his own Marxist state.

Little does he know

he’s choking on Marie Antoinette cake.

My buddies tell me to stop thinking about

the asshole in the park.

But I can’t.

He was so cute

with his spiked hair and Pokemon cards.

My buddies tell me to listen to the rain

and drown my heart.

Swag Hag Poem

My throat’s all scratched from this screaming I’ve done
My diaphragm is all rubbery from these animal calls
But I carry on until you answer my distresses

O Captain, o Captain! Take me away from these generic hoes
I’m too swag for this ghetto
These bitches be hatin’ but you were always mine for the takin’

So take me now—like I did you…
Please. We’re friends. We’ve partied together and cried together.
I even bought you taco bell.

Take me away on your disco stick because
 This club can’t handle me and my electric sex pants

What good is your love when just our chakras touch…
I need your grasp, I need your smell…and your sexy, dramatic stare

Captain, my Captain, you may not be fly like Kanye
And I may not be glam like Beyoncé,
But this club can’t handle us right now

this poem is for my poetry class. please tell me how I can make it better :)

A song about a stranger by a stranger

After hitting my daily post limit on tumblr I decided to ask followers random questions in their ask box.  I asked a guy, Ed , if he could post a drawing of a husky, but he couldn't.  So I asked him if he could write me a song and here it is  :)  "Jack the Travellin' Man" by Ed Coles  <3