Mikie Writes Poetry

I Yawn

I yawn

Yawn when the world looks like nothing at the dawn

Dawn of our future? Start of a new day?

Better call for a Suture, Your throats been slit today

What the fuck is all this for?

Walkin around like it’s still a bore

Little kid cryin on the street corner

Lookin for his mommy

I yawn.

Teenagers on the street corners

Wanna sell you a new hobby

Just like they did to little bobby

Poor kid never stood a chance

Wanted to mess with a little substance

When he was found full of harm

Needle still buried in his arm

I yawn

Little Debbie came to see me the other day

Told me one night she went to hit the hay

She heard a noise and awoke

Found her door had been broke

In the shadows there he stood

And he was up to no good

I yawn

An Arab walks down the street

Gets yelled at for “wearin a sheet”

He thought he could silently take the heat

Til it turned out he got his ass beat

7 pairs of shoes all stompin on his face

A memory he’ll never erase

I yawn

Racism flooding the gate

Everything fueled completely by hate

Everyone’s waiting to see if you take the bait

See how quick you become irate

I yawn

Apathy rules my life

Cause I’m in need of  no strife

No More Trouble for me

So hooray for apathy

I yawn

It’s simple thing to do

So easy to learn

Only care about you

and you’ll never get burned

When Practiced Dawn to Dawn

It’s so easy you see

I yawn

Now don’t you wanna be just like me?

People Dying overseas

Murder, Lies, and Controversies

Rape, Terrorism, Genocide

All the shit the world lets ride

I yawn

Now don’t you wanna be just like me?

War overseas

War on the streets

War against drugs

War against ideas

War against you and me

I yawn

Now don’t you wanna be just like me?

Spent my life blind

World came up from behind

Tried to ignore the problem

Thought someone else would solve them

So I yawned

World didn’t fix itself

Not even when little kid on the corner grew up

Little kid was just lookin for his mommy

When I yawned

It never even dawned

One day I’d be lookin back

Find everything he lacked

No morals and care for me

Lookin down at him

as he shot me

Now don’t you wanna be just like me?

Mikie Writes Poetry

Inspired By A Girl

Yeah, I could tell you who it was, but where’s the fun in that?

The roses are dead
The Violets are fake
But The following must be read
Before it’s too late
You’ve taken my world
In the palm of your hand
And there it lies curled
Glistening And
Waiting for the ultimate decision
My world could be lifted
But that would take precision
Some might call it gifted
But being so far out
On a limb I
I wanna shout
Let my voice travel the sky
It could be so easy
To say what’s goin on
But I get queezy
At the thought of it going wrong
Is what I feel worth taking the chance?
of course I know it can only enhance
What I’ve got
and make me happier then not
But still there’s all that doubt
Yeah, that’s what this is really about
I wish there was some kinda sign
Something so I wasn’t travelling blind
But Maybe I fucked that up
When I sounded like I was willing to give her up
Really wasn’t my intention
To get that negative attention
But now I just don’t know
Well, time seem to tell all
And I’ve already paid for the show
Taking my seat just in time for last call


Mikie Writes Poetry

I’m Beginning to Hate This Crap

one of my older favorites. It was written to express some aingst about myspace screwing up when I was trying to post a bulletin that took me an hour to type. C’est la vei right? The “her” still exists…


So I was sitting at my pc earlier today
Doing nothing but typing away.
New Bulletin Was my goal
It was a Poem writting in whole.
See, I thought it was great
Almost an hour typing well worth the wait.
It was about a love lost
Or more precisely never gained
How her smile brought warmth from even the worst frost
And the fact that I can’t have her means I live in vain
But thanks to myspace
It’s gone without a trace
“Error” the screen had said
And with that, my eyes went dead
All this time, All this trouble
Oh how I wish I had saved a double
Too bad, too late
So Sad, So Irate.
Perhaps it’s for the best
Or Maybe just a test
A trial of my patience
Maybe I should take some time
Oh well fuck it
I’m tired of the rhyme.


Mikie Writes Poetry

Turo’s Tale

I wrote this for the hurricane a while back. Another classic that flows nicely while making no sense at all unless you know either of us and our antics.


Arturo, Arturo
Como estan, El Burro
No wait you’re no ass
Well maybe if you add the hole
But we all need some more of your sass
So come slutty whore,
You’ve ended my bore
With a superhero’s wit
(while making a stop at Jackie’s)
You got a pinch of her t-“Hey look here you twit”
You beat up my lackeys!”
The bad man interrupted
“Oh, boy that’s it” you yelled
For You had errupted
They asked you what smelled
“Something really does reek”
“I tell you, it’s me”
“Tis of awesome we reek”
I shouted with glee.

(makes little sense and is crowded with rhyme
But figured some Suess would get you this time.
Tis not a poem you see
But A super-tale from me)


Mikie Writes Poetry


I see
not sick
no more ick
that’s susy for ya
not just a part of a
stupid rhyme
just trying to kill time
and here I go again
gettin’ lost ’round the bend
where will it end?
no one knows
when the reaper shows
cause when it’s time
I’ll stop the rhyme
and susy will be done
just like my fun
cause we can all live forever
or at least til the poems done