Had A Bad Day..

I wrote this poem one day when i was feeling really pissed off..here goes..........



You wake up one fine day
‘Hey today’s gonna be my day,
Everything’s gonna go my way,
Then you hear the donkey’s bray!’

You sit down and the shit won’t come,
You turn the key, the car won’t hum,
You start to walk; a dog bites on your bum,
And you thought you’d meet Heidi Klum.

Bad start, you take it easy,
Go to your office and call Tracy,
But you hear a voice so greasy,
That sounds a lot freaky.

“Tracy’s gone on a holiday,
I’m Dick filling up for the day
Call me as and when you may,
At my desk, I hold sway.”

Who’s this dick with a wig ,
Who can’t even hide his dick so big,
His pants don’t even stand at his hips,
And you thought you’d see Tracy’s lips.

Marshall Mathers goes on rappin’
“his soul’s escapin’ through a hole that’s gapin’”
But I say, “Look at this guy farting,
Through his ***hole gapin’

Just when you think it cant get worse
Your little happy bubble bursts
Tracy had run away with Fred Durst
Who had been her boyfriend first.

You look at the clock, tickin’ close to four,
At four, the office would be no more,
You go home, open the door,
Oh! Man! the dog’s shit on the floor.




You call your wife, she ain’t there
You call your kids, they ain’t there
They all gone to the village fair,
And have a ride on the cute mare.

You look in the fridge,
There ain’t nothing but bilge,
There’s no better stuff in the fridge,
You go to the motel Mitch.

“Gimme the usual, Manson,”
that’s his name, he is Mitch’s grandson.
He’s a geek, not so handsome,
Oh! Man! Thieves holdin’ for ransom.

They loot the motel’s big safe,
They take whatever they can take,
They take our clothes and dump it in the lake,
And leave us nude, wide awake.




Everybody’s angry everybody’s ashamed,
It was the black gang famed,
You try to cover to cover yourself up,
Before the press snaps you up.

You go home, cold and freezin’
Everything about you revealin’
The lightning flash outside is blindin’
And yeah, you’re right, it starts rainin’.

You reach home wet and dripping,
Step on the dog’s stinking dropping,
Everyone home is tightly sleeping,
You go to your bedroom creeping

You lie down and say wow,
You think nothing can go wrong now,
Just then the fan hits your brow,
And you go owwwwwwwwww


You sleep bruised and battered,
How you felt never mattered,
Just when you thought it was your day,
Satan comes and has a say.

You gotta have a lot of patience,
To make some sense out of nonsense,
Or at least you have a good imagination,
And defeat boredom with such creations.

-Aryan Nash