Pizza and Soda

Pizza and Soda,
Art thou in my stomach?
or doth thou
lie in my bowels
ready to let go of life
and fall
into the swirling pit
of dark wetness?

Turtle and Frog Poop

Turtle and frog poop,
sort of like goop.
does the loopty loop,
constipation,
turtle and frog in pain,
all they do is complain,
their poop makes a stain.
diarrhea,
turtle and frog in turmoil,
their poo comes out like oil,
dumps onto the soil.
relief.

Vegetarianism

vegetarianism is just so great
it helps me better when i skate
vegetarianism is just super
it helps me do a looper pooper
vegetarianism is awesome
dont eat that opossum
vegetarianism is just rad
dont get all mad

Skate

skate in your house
skate with a mouse
skate at the beach
skate with a leech
skate with a cop
skate with a mop
skate on a ledge
over a hedge
skate on a curb
skate to disturb
skate at a park
skate until dark
skate while your sick
do a flip trick
skate until late
with a friend named nate
skate with a cat
or until you get fat
skate with a dog
or over a log
skate until you die
skate while you cry
just go skate
great mummified snake
full of hate

Wack

crap smack
patty wack
give a dog a bone
hacky sack
cadillac
getting hit by stone
big mac
broken back
staring at that crazy gnome
plumber crack
its a fact
i am all alone
sick of crap
sleep i lack
i am going home

Gnomes

when i was asleep one night
i had a dream that i was in flight
while looking down out of sight
i saw two gnome armies in a fight
so i flew down without fright
and destroyed the bad army with all my might
ice cream lucky charm marshmallow what a delight
is what they gave for choosing the right
while celebrating on a site
i woke up and there was light

Be Yourself

just be yourself,
don't try to be that dude,
you are not an elf,
i'm not in the mood.
don't reck your health,
don't be crude,
don't try to be stealth,
in a high altitude.
dont care if they have more wealth,
dont care what other people think about you,
just be yourself,
even if your born with a stuck up attitude.

All Day

All day i went skating
during school
at a little cement park
and before we left
i looked back
to the bowl
and said,
"That right there is a cereal bowl and I am the cereal."
while Turning back to the car
i realized that i had a blood blister
on my thumb
how did that happen?
nobody know's
i think its kind of dumb
to follow the three grouches
all named moe

The joy of soy

Once,
when i was just a boy,
I had to eat meat,
something I did not enjoy.

Searching an alternative,
was starting to annoy,
But then I found something,
something called soy.

Happy to have found,
a meat decoy,
I tried it, I liked it,
it made me burst with joy.

Feeling the urge,
to skate and destroy,
I decided to go to a skatepark,
in a little town called Roy.

feeling good, feeling great,
all from just a little soy bean
I thought to myself,
"I should be riding a Toy Machine."

Waves of Nothingness

Wandering,
into billowing waves of nothingness.
Losing,
your physical well being.
Striving,
to keep your sanity.
Seeking,
a way out of darkness.
Following,
the unseen trail of self indulgence.
Falling,
into the dark pit of emptiness.
Wondering,
if anybody will be there.

this one is going to be published in a book called "Under Quicksilver Moon".

Hick Finger

Disturbed carloads of emotional persons,
looking at me as they pass by.
Seeing a finger rise as I make a funny face,
I just wave my hand and say Hi.

They get mad and turn their car around,
Looking to start a fight.
They were young cowboys, looking goofy with their really tight jeans
kick their faces in? I just might

Holding my anger and violence and such,
I decided to use brain instead of brawn.
Of course my meathead friend decided to use his fists.
Instead I laughed, and watched them lay on the lawn,
As they cry and lay disfigured.

Lost

Stranded on an island,
no one around.
Thinking what you should do,
in order to be found.

No time for grieving,
there is work to be done.
No time for waiting,
for someone to come.

Not having to worry,
what things cost.
Learn how to make fire,
you are lost.

Art Thou

Art thou a pile of puke?
Doth they fingertips blossom like flowers?
Cometh to my mighty castle and such,
and tasteth of my bean dip.
Or thou shalt not become one with the evolving inch worm.
Which taketh away from your lettuce leaflets,
leaving you saladless.
Unharmed by the persons,
with the raygun jeans.
Trees made out of meat,
What cometh from thou now?

Disgruntled

Disgruntled earwig at my dismay,
walking along the furry beach.
The purturbed sky with its gloomy gray,
lurching over the darkened sea.
Lousy inchworm inching inching inching along,
eating, pooping, covering ground.
Stinky pisscat laying on a beanbag singing a song,
listening to itself doing summersaults.
Mummified turtle doing its own thing,
while pooping in a bag a setting it ablaze.
Lamoid sasquatch is the king,
naked guy chasing him through the forest.
Stupid me writing poems lame-o,
my mind running away from me.
"Better catch it." says my hand.
"Before we go Kablammo, and become one with the ants."

Many Questions

Chicken crusties on my arm.
why is it so?
Bacteria everywhere.
will it grow?
People call me turtle.
am I slow?
Traveling someplace
where do they go?
70's haircut
fuzzy afro?
Getting an X-ray.
why do I glow?
Vacuuming carpets.
suck or blow?
Why am I doing this?
I don't know.

Days

Yesterday.
is when I am going to accomplish something.
Today,
I am not going to succeed.
Tomorrow,
I am still dwelling in the past.
Yestermorrow,
is when I am going to find happiness.

Past,
is happiness.
Present,
is peaceful sadness.
Future,
will there ever be one?

Blue Meanies

Blue meanies is it so
bonking people with apple bonkers
all you say is no
happiness and love is all you conquer

smashing things with a glove
could it be
all you need is love
the nowhere man's name is jeremy
hillary
Ph.d.
boob
who really cares
i call him dude

the blue meanies are really mean
love, they just want to block it
come to the sea of green
i got a hole in me pocket

Once Alive

Once alive and happy with herself,
decided to hang herself on the closet shelf,
nobody knew how, when, or why,
it just made us want to cry,
on the 3rd of May,
it was the funeral day,
while i was walking to her grave,
i just wish i were there to save,
and then a bee,
flew on my sleeve,
to help comfort me,
when i was in pain and sorrow,
i just wish it were tomorrow,
after meeting, eating, and greeting,
we all decided to skate,
and then our friend wanted us to pull over
so he could see his g/f full of jealousy and hate,
we said screw her bitching and hating,
we are going skating,
after skating we were full of peace,
all the toxins and pain released.
something just made me want to stare,
thank you Jussy for being there.

~In memory of a good friend, Jussy Broadbent~

Stuff and Things

In my mind,
where stuff and things dwell.
Lives a small person,
who dislikes the smell,
of his small cell.

Too much clutter,
Too much chaos,
Too much like the scent,
of year old butter.

"Why don't you clean it up,
and leave it all behind?",
Are the only thoughts I hear,
in the small persons mind.

Making an effort,
by changing the way,
you live and play,
may do the small person,
of the stuff and things in my brain,
some good today.

Bleeding Fruit

little pomagranites,
big red ones,
break 'em open,
blood stains your shirt,
you kneel,
and with a sobbing cry,
you say,
"NO!!!!!"

-the end

All of these poems were written by Matt J. Munn and were thought of by Matt J. Munn. So don't even try to steal Matt J. Munn's poems or you will feel Matt J. Munn's wrath!

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