Thursday, June 25, 2009

I have been literally compelled to write a farrah fawcett poem when I should be living my own stinking life

Holy crap I've gone to seed. I've now written a poem for Kurt Cobain, Sylvia Plath and now.... Farrah Fawcett. I'll call it a new genre as I want to start a new genre real bad.... Ladies and Gentlemen... heartfelt corn.Get it? Instead of Hard core porn.

I saw the special and I am very bummed out. I took ed mcmahon's death well but this really sunk the spirits. She really fought. I really wanted her to win. I am obviously no longer even remotely interested in seeming "cool." Here ya go:

Farrah Fawcett Poem

All those climbs
Looking up
Looking down
All the stones underfoot
And markers crossed
Fights won
peaces lost
All the welcome backs
And bye byes
All the leaps of faith
And silenced why’s
You looked up
Where others might look down
your fall in in the forest
is heard this time around
“God,” I hear you say,” I’m looking up”
Maybe, This time?
All those hopes
And thoughts of luck
will you look back?
I talk to no one more, I swear,
And, I’m not yet sure that
You are there.
and here I am born
So golden
You made me so, no?
Scratched and worn
Still, so golden
Is it because the clouds
get in your eyes?
Look up as
Farrah Fawcett dies
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