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Tue 14 Sep, 2010 12:58 am
Rueing You Blues' (adult content)
"I am not myself at all",
I told myself with dread,
"I need to find myself some help
can't keep my self abed!"
my friend is a geologist
but he politely said:
"I can't tell you anything
'bout the rocks inside your head"
an undertaker scolded me:
"come back when you are dead!"
Next stop was a urologist
-- I had a peer review --
he told me that my instrument
was "just as good as new."
I consulted, a proctologist
who examined my rear view,
he said: "You're looking good down here
...I want a date with you!"
So I ran to a psychologist,
quote: "Nothing I can do! ...
..let's see, your next appointment
is next Monday, half past two."
I finally found a man of God,
I knew HE'D make me new,
but preacher told me I should pray,
and somehow I'm still blue.
No expertise can help me now,
I'm surfeited with rue,
I just need to see YOU babe,
what's wrong with me is you.
Oh, oh! I just realized I posted this poem previously!
@jjorge,
I'm glad you posted it again though. I hadn't seen it before and it's funny.