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Friday, May 17, 2013
An Original Poem Entitled "Fog" by SB
[I had a little help from Carl Sandburg on this shit. Credit where credit's due.]
Fog
The damn fog comes
on little cat feets.
A bitch parks its fat ass
over harbor and hood
and then a motherfucker
fucks silently off.
Ms. Moon, You are my BIGGEST fan. Thank Christ for your ass. I adore you.
PF, I am hoping the move has been a good one for you, although you lost Ms. Moon as a neighbor, and that would be REALLY hard to overcome. I love you.
Morgaine, Thanks for still reading my stuff. Now that we no longer work together I have no audience for my creative poetic endeavors except for my blog family. Laugh.
I am a Gen-X, lazy, manic-depressive bastard, with an eating disorder, OCD, and a propensity for alcoholism. I am basically hell to live with, but I enjoy red wine, Ritalin, reality TV, and disdainful cats. This description could also be useful as a personal ad for a dating service.
4 comments:
Oh babe. And why aren't you a published poet? That is an awesome poem.
Oh SB, this is freaking hilarious! I hope all is well with you.
xo pf
Funny..!
Ms. Moon,
You are my BIGGEST fan. Thank Christ for your ass. I adore you.
PF,
I am hoping the move has been a good one for you, although you lost Ms. Moon as a neighbor, and that would be REALLY hard to overcome. I love you.
Morgaine,
Thanks for still reading my stuff. Now that we no longer work together I have no audience for my creative poetic endeavors except for my blog family. Laugh.
Big Mark,
You are a doll.
Love to all,
SB
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