poem

Was clearing out stuff from the PC and came across a poem I composed for the hell of it(maybe it was for a class...dun remember)...Here goes:

A sip of Starbucks
A dip of Muffin
Ten years of lattes till a tummy tuck
Body fat don’t burn like paraffin
Damn hungry birds at Manoa
Wish there was a Boa
You’re not getting any of my crumbs
Sitting here writing hurts me thumbs
There’s a girl opposite
Who only wears a little bit
Is it the heat?
They say “Thank God it’s Friday!”
But I get no pay, to sit here and write today…
Much rather be surfin’
Instead I sit here puffin’
The barber in his funky pants
So amusing it makes me rant
Trust him to cut me hair
Instead he makes it bare
This essay has a deadline!
Fool!
Focus to make it bind!
School!
I no like da kine!

Part Deux
A drag of cigarette
A bag of chips
Who knows when me lungs will disintegrate
Oh what the heck, where’s the dip…
Doing laundry is such a chore
Paying 75 cents just to bore…
Simply rotten to the core!
There’s a man nearby
Whose pants are losing its dye
My eyes don’t mean to pry
But looks like he’s ready to cry
They say “ Smell and look fresh everyday!”
Still I get no pay, doing me laundry and reviewing this essay…
Much rather be sleepin’
Instead I wait here cringin’
My favorite underwear
Aiyah! It has a tear!
No wonder so much air up there…
This essay needs improvement!
Hurry!
But the brain shows no movement!
Curry!
Dinner aromas fill me apartment.