To: Halo, Love: The Dorks

Welcome to my new “Poetry Renovation” series. I got the idea for this a few days ago, when I was sitting at work, thinking deep thoughts. Deep, dank, stalagtitious thoughts… Anyway, here we go.

Poetry Renovation – Version 18.2

Shall I compare thee to a woman’s face?
Thou hast better graphics and art more enthralling.
Rough times do bring acne and shake the self-esteem,
And summer’s lease is foreclosed upon when school begins.
Sometimes I think me the armored females are lifelike,
But then is their perfect complexion dimmed;
When mothers refuse to extend the time of play,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
I might grow the manhood that allows me human intercourse.
But in my hairless breast, thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of the places in my heart thou own’st,
Nor shall death or rabid aliens claim thee for their own,
When with each new version thy tenacity grow’st.
So long as body can breathe, eyes can see, and thumbs can press,
So long thou livest, and giveth life to me.

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “To: Halo, Love: The Dorks

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s