The Poetry Corner
OUCHY-time

I feel miserable
Too Big Shoes make me ill
I feel miserable
Dotted brightly colored Suits tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Pro-Dom DJ`s dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die

Is it because of OUCHY that I feel this way?
With the HoBo Offwhite rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of HoBo Clowning, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live
OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live
OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live

I feel miserable
Irritation rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Laughter defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Clown-Suits are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die

Is it because of OUCHY that I feel this way?
With the HoBo Offwhite rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of HoBo Clowning, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live
OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
OUCHY! Broke My Will to Live


KAM the Clown
1/22/2001