Cantankerous Captain Curmudgeon,
always swinging your bludgeon.
Dashing to pieces hopes and dreams.
What a terrible flail you fling.
With your untimely graying hair,
and your sad reddened stare.
With your stupid trembling hands,
and your crazy made up plans.
Constraining Captain Curmudgeon,
how long I've been in your dungeon.
Constantly you smother me.
I swear one day to bury thee.
So hold your head up high.
Rest your tired eyes.
Clench your trembling hands
and make the best of plans.
Callous Captain Curmudgeon,
always swinging your bludgeon.
Take your best shot at me,
your apathy will be the end of thee.
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8 comments:
do you write this stuff? Cuz if so your poetry is good, but it's really depressing. And they called me a pessimist.
They call me a Pianist.
David Paone??.....that u???...anyways i just read joes blog.... how come your saying your an apostate???...thats not true... at least I hope its not....but I mean... I know your whole family...and by the way Jamie and Jason talk about u.... your a super cool dude...sooooo... whats gone wrong??... anyways I met you and Claire once....well....many times...if this is David Paone.... anyways.... talk to u later.... take care....and stop thinking your an apostate...not being in the family doesn't make you an apostate...
Well that was a bit freaky.
Stephy P.
Who is that anonymous? you sound really familare.
Hey Anonymous! Where might I know you from? By chance, have you been speed balling? I guess I'm not an apostate....
sink meh, the man's a poet!
Geez! Sorry!
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