What She Was Wearing
this is my suicide dress
she told him
I only wear it on days
when I’m afraid
I might kill myself
if I don’t wear it
you’ve been wearing it
every day since we met
he said
and these are my arson gloves
so you don’t set fire to something?
he asked
exactly
and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots
I’d like to undress you he said
but would that make me an accomplice?
and today she said I’m wearing
my infidelity underwear
so don’t get any ideas
and she put on her nervous breakdown hat
and walked out the door
by Denver Butson
I’m donning my true crime pajamas and heading off to bed on this Thursday-turning-into-Friday evening. Then I’m going to read this poem 5 more times and laugh myself to sleep. And tomorrow when I’m on the way to my class of bare-back riding ninja turtles, I’m gonna look down at my criminal mischief boots and smile
ROFL that poem is genius, thanks for sharing it!
..GREAT!!
That must be why I drink my screeching coffee, and wear my old fart dress.. Love it. thank you
I finally had time to check in on you blog again after a week and what do I find? A wonderfully funny (and oh-so-true-to-life) poem! Thanks for the early Saturday morning laugh. You made my weekend!
oh its perfect!
oh yea, baby!!
This is so cool, dude. Thanks for sharing this. I rely on your random acts of poem kindness.
Girl, you know I love that one.
That is just great and your response so funny and off-kilter – LOVE THAT LOVE YOUR BLOG cuz o’ that sort of silliness and yes, dare I say inappropriateness at times? Have a great Friday with the cleverly minds!
That poet should write a book. He or she has such wit and cleverness. Wonderful!
This has to be the best thing I’ve read in for-ev-er! OMG, thank you so much for sharing…and for your addition at the end. *smile*
Peace & Love,
~Barb~
Love it!