Jack Dankof, Omaha, Nebraska, USA

Magic Pillows

Commercialized,
Sterilized
Every morning I wake up to realize
That I have to take yesterday's shit
And empty my mind
But some of that shit has hooks in it
And sometimes late at night
I get a sudden taste for 99 cent tacos
Or, I think,
Yeah I do need an oversized truck
To drive all over this city
And fuck the rest of society
And fuck the environment too
Is Captain Crunch still a captain?
Shouldn't that fucker have made admiral by now?
And yeah, I better make a call tomorrow morning and get that life insurance before Trebek passes away

Oh fuck!
Now it's that asshole with his magic pillows
Well fuck him and his pillows too
I could rest my head on the fat buttocks of God and still find no sleep

Some days I beat the bastards though
I'll write poetry or I'll solve crossword puzzles all day
And I'll keep the TV on, but with the volume down
So I'll miss the feeling of riding a bike downtown with a tampon strapped to my crotch
I won't know about the latest face lift mishap and I'll miss the morning talk show crap

Somethings won't let me sleep though
Like
Old wrinkled asses and limp dicks in bath tubs
The old woman who keeps falling down the same set of stairs
And those weak men whining late at night about the loss of their hair.

© jdankof2019