Poems by Indyrod

[Indyrod]

A Bug that Lived
by Indyrod

Swallowed a bug, today I did.
A bug I swallowed, from tail to head.
Not my fault, I tell myself,
Bugs are yucky, and bad for my health.

How did this happen, is rather strange,
Down to my stomach, straight to my brain.
Not did I see it, it was dark you see,
I'm just glad it wasn't a bee.

A beetle it was, at least I think,
Climbed up my glass, fell into my drink.
Dark it was, so noticed it wasn't,
Part of it still floats in my stomach.

Saw it in time, might have saved its soul,
But now it resides in my big fat toe.
So much for the bug, it no longer lives,
But tickling my foot, what the fuck gives.


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[Indyrod]

What We Thinks

Ants are intelligent, to me it seems,
Hiding out in shadows, for all to see.
But when something comes apparent it seems,
They figure out a way to escape the xtreme.

They smell, they track the source of a smell,
Because they track the origin of it all.
That doesn't answer, cuz no answer exists,
Such a relief it is, to remove the xcess.

Groovy baby, groove me, I like to be grooved,
No matter what you do, even if you get booed.
Stop me sweetie, if you can, cuz I'm in demand,
That lovely thing you married, is really a man.

The Queen demands respect, or dead yee shall be,
Despite your regrets, you cannot be free.
An ant will rehearse, every move that it makes,
But in the end, we are all on the take..






Rights reserved exclusively for Indyrod and Darren Lock. Copyright infringement is punishable by death. 2003

[Indyrod]

Hits hats, saws bats,
who gives a shit if it's this or it's that.
People are dying, being born every day,
Should this appear, to be a delayed relay?

Do not disturb me, take away those thoughts,
My time can be purchased, but not be bought.
When you get discouraged, and think it's gone,
Remember, at least, you must at least belong.

To belong is significant,
To belong is wrong,
To belong is something to string along,

Sometimes it bites you, eating your flesh,
Graving the odor, spending the cash.
Living forever, who wants to do?
Dying with dignity, is playful to you.

[Indyrod]

Ok, so the last couple of poems haven't been that great. So here's my very first Haiku.

Once there was a band,
It was the best in the land,
All dead now, poor band.

[Indyrod]

The Boys are with the Devil

Saddam's Sons are dead,
Uday and Qusay Hussein,
Daddy is hiding.