by The Unknown Poet
When I told them I would break out,
They told me I wasn't too smart.
Guess they were right, cause every night
I'm hangin' out at the Wal-Mart.
Life on the outside ain't easy.
There's never nothin' to do here.
Ho hum, boredom, all for freedom,
The price is much too steep, I fear.
So I go here and I go there,
But where am I, really?
I never end up anywhere
I really can be me.
A straitjacket of conformation,
I could never meet the "norm".
I'm society's affirmation
Of failed reform.
Wal-Mart canned me for being lewd,
And, well, that's when I realized
How much I miss cafeteria food,
Hey, I'm institutionalized.
I'm feigning for a mental shock,
God knows I need the gloom.
Just slam the door and latch that lock,
I miss my rubber room!
The Unknown
We've got your rubber room for you
All painted nice with bars
I don't think though they'll let you back
You don't know who you are.
Just tell them that you surely are
A very fine artiste
Then if they still do question you
Just say you are Matisse.
We'll save your dinner on your tray
We'll keep the status quo
But Justin Kace you dine with Thyme
You may bite Lisa's Toe
They let you OUT???
Are you SURE?
You have no DOUBT?
Wal-Mart the LURE?
You're UNKNOWN now
But not for LONG.
You still have your
bracelet ON!
hehehe
-Justin T.
'Tis a tick, you don't fool me,
Ah, for this much I know.
If I'm to be a great artiste,
My name must end in "O".
I cut off my ear, 'tis true also,
Before I noticed in time
Vincent's last name was spelled VanGogh,
Ah, but at least it's still a rhyme.
Leftover meatloaf, what a treat,
I don't know how I can thank you.
Yes, Justin Kase, I think you're neat,
But just a bit cuckoo!!!
The Unknown (Alias Vinny)
Vinny, you're a wee bit late, don't cha think?
For Wal-Mart's Sale, Blue-Light....
Perhaps it's something you ate *wink, wink*
I think it's more likely, you're TIGHT!
Your brain is missing (well partially)
from surgery on the 3rd....
And you've been downing that formaldehyde!
(It's not whiskey, or haven't you heard?)
Oh, dear, dear Vince,
you must keep apart,
the institute from
your beloved Wal-Mart!
That isn't Security!
Where have you went?
They're the men coming after you
with a BIG NET!!!
***********
sincerely yours,
Pablo P.
Artiste Extraordinaire
Justin Thyme, I feel your envy
You wish you were outside.
So, there, you dare doubt my story,
But here, let me confide.
I saw Lisa while on the town,
She was working at McDonald's.
She's found herself another clown,
I think his name was Ronald.
I didn't mean to make you weep and wail,
Because Lisa now thinks you a nothing.
But what's in your teeth, that a toe nail?
Well, at least she left you something.
The Unkown, (Alias Vinny)
That shows you how much Pablo knows
He's standing in the aisle
For paints and brushes at Walmart
Some easels and some pails...
He'll stand and wait I do suppose
A very long long while
Unless he goes to the KMart
Where they have blue-light sales...
The Unknown Poet
Pablo, Pablo you were my friend,
But now I plainly see.
This will be a war to the end!
'Tis a conspiracy.
Faces, faces everywhere,
And all looking at me,
No, none of you thinks it's fair
That I'm the great Vinny.
Was it you who called Wal-Mart
To let them in on my secret.
Well, Pablo, that wudn't too smart,
This much you will regret.
Damn, here come the white shirts again,
Bringing more Lithium.
Be warned, I will be back and then
'Twill be DELERIUM!!!
The Unknown, (Alias Vinny)
Oh, By the way, Pablo P.
Artiste, extraordinaire.
You never really did tell me
what you did with my butt hair!
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