December 25th, 2000

Christmas Special

It's Christmas eve, and I wanted to write stuff, but I'm having troubles with inspiration for poems at the moment (while I'm trying to write some), so I read some by other people. I read this poem, and really liked it... so you all get to read it now. I don't know anything about the guy who wrote it cept his alias is 'Kingfisher'. I modified one part, where there were lyrics to a song, but I replaced them with lyrics to a different song. here it is, it's neat:



Since the pants I'm currently wearing ate my inspiration,) Did not (I'll let them talk. My
comments are in parenthesis):

I am these blue pants
With the messed up fly
And the misaligned up creases.
(He's kidding about the fly)

My owner is scared of too much.
I often need to take control (HA!)
But I don't do it too often.
(That's because I rarely wear you.)

True, and more's the pity.
His walls might not tumble,
I show him how to jump. (Sometimes literally)

My owner knows little about me
(He just showed up in my closet one day)
But I know all about him, his fears, his dreams.
He might not believe what he's learned,
But I know what he must do.
(And that is?)

He must act out of stupidity (oh?)
Reach for what he believes he does not want.
Pull down the moon, scatter the stars,
Reach for all those spiritual candy bars

(...It's obvious you're searching for a rhyme.)
I know. Do you have a better line?
(How about, 'Jump for joy, land on Mars'?)
Now who's searching?
(You're the one in control)
You're certainly typing a lot for someone not in control.
(It's frikkin 2:26 in the morning. What do you expect?)
I can tell time, you know.
(How?)
It doesn't matter. Let's get back to the poem.
(Oh yeah the poem.)
Do you have a line yet?
(How about, 'Live for a while, no matter how dark'?)
Cool...

Live for a while, no matter how dark.

As long as I am worn, he'll never be naked (hehehe)
Though I might agree to be taken off in the right circumstances...
(lol. That's not part of the poem.)
It is now.
(Oh really?)2
Yes. Continuing...

I blast away his invisible box(ers),
Inverting shame into acceptance (oh yeah),
With a song ("Play that funky music...") of the heart ("...blue pants!")
Would you just shut up?
(If I get to sing a song.)
Fine, go ahead.

(Ahem.)
Just start singing.
("Well she was just seventeen and you know what I mean
And the way she looked was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another oh,
when I saw her standing there

Well she looked at me and I, I could see
That before too long I'd fall in love with her
She wouldn't dance with another
Oh, when I saw her standing there

Well my heart went boom when I crossed that room
and I held her hand in mine

Well we danced through the night
and we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in love with her
Now I'll never dance with another
Oh, since I saw her standing there

Since I saw her standing there
Yeah, Well since I saw her standing there")

Cool. Now can I finish the poem?
(No. I'm taking a shower and going to bed.)
I apologize for my owner's behavior. I'm going to find one with a better fit soon.
(Sure you will. By the way, can anyone figure out what group sang that song? Later)

This is Blue Pants, signing out.



alright, that was it. yeah, not as good as it should've been. oh well. I wish I was as witty
and innovative as that Kingfisher guy... Ohyeah, for those of you who don't know, that song was
in fact by the Beatles. anyway, I'm gonna go try and be cool and write neat stuff too. And then I'm gonna open presents.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

inspirationally challenged,
-Adrian
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