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Doodle the Tattoo Man
They call me "Doodle"
I am the tattoo man
I have a tattoo
wherever
I can
I've got a tatto here
and I've got a tattoo there
I even got a tattoo
beneath my underwear
People
think I'm crazy
people think I'm nuts
they don't realize what it's like
to have tattoos on their butts
But
when I go out
I never feel ashamed
because I'm so proud
to not be the same
My name is Doodle
I am
the tattoo man
I was created
in the tattoo land
Some say I'm weird
some, that I'm a freak
but what
they don't know
is that it feels so sweet
I've got tattoos on my hands
I've got tattoos on my feet
I've
got 34 on my eyelid
and double that on each cheek
I don't care
about ink poisoning
because I find joy
everytime I sing:
My name is Doodle
I am the tattoo man
I am a spectacle
when I do the can-can
They
may think I'm weird
or that I'm not all there
but if you're a walking piece of art
you tend not to care!
Yellow
Flavored
"I hate Valentines Day"
she muttered in disgust
as she rolled out of bed
She moped to
the kitchen
and poured herself orange juice
as she noticed a box of candy hearts
that read "Tender Loving" and
"Fax Me"
rolling her eyes, she groaned,
and shoved them into her pocket
she liked the yellow ones
At
school that day
she tried not to notice
all of the red and white cheer
that seemed to follow her
girls held
teddy bears, and flowers
with smiles tattooed to their lips
she rushed off to class
biting the jealousy
out
of her lower lip
she loved the smell of roses
The day dragged on
with giggles and hugs
echoing throughout
the hallways
she tried not to hear them
but they haunted her
she twirled her hair
and looked the other way
"I'm better than this"
she repeated to herself
she wished they'd stop
The bell sounded
and everyone
began to leave
while she rushed ahead
when a voice was heard behind her
"I know you don't like Valentine's Day,
but this is for you anyway"
he held a self picked, yellow rose
and an opened box of candy hearts
with only
the yellow's left inside
she shared them with him
Simmer Sweet
marinate me in
your love
leave me dripping in your passion
for twenty-four hours
and I will reek of your lust
broil me
with your sweet whispers
let them seep into my open wounds
to mix as one
your scolding thoughts complete me
cool
me down with a soft, spicy kiss
and let the aftertaste take over
with a mince of your soul
and a dash of my consciosness
we will be consumed in each other
Anti-Shock Therapy
I want you
ouch, another
shock
you hold the cards
I say what I see
disapproval can lead to
removal
of the current between us
caress the button
tease me with fate
I will only become
stronger
I need you
damn, another
twitch
through my blurred vission
I can see you
smirking
my temples ache
from lustful waves
the
straps around my wrists
are bruised
and my palms
bleed
from my jagged nails
dug into my clenched fists
I should have learned my lesson
from the first ache
I should have never fallen for you
*at
the tone
I'm not here right now
but I'd like to be,
to see what you
have to say
I'm hung up
on
all your hang ups
so let's see
if you've got enough balls
to surpass the tone.
I'd like to get this one
on tape.
*beep*
all poems here copyright (c) 2002 by Kevin Letourneau
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