Thursday, May 21, 2009

Sweetheart, I am sick and tired of...

Today is Thursday, and Thursday is a practice day! However, Thursday is also the day my "assignment" is due. If you are late for class then you should hurry over to see Mz. Mama Kat and get your assignment, too!! She may make you babysit her son if you aren't prompt with your homework. But I have finished mine and here it is.

First, the prompts:

1.) Share a love letter.

2.) Memorial Day Weekend plans?? Do share!

3.) List ten things you are currently sick of.

4.) Put an outfit together using pictures you found online and show us what you'd LIKE to be wearing today.

5.) What have you been too busy to pay attention to?

I choose to tackle two of the prompts today. I'll start with prompt number 3, my list of things I am sick of.

I am sick of….
…our government giving bail out monies to corporations.
paparazzi and celebrity gossip saturating the media.
…seeing voluntary vagrants on every street corner who could work but choose not to work.
…junk mail (especially credit card offers).
…getting mail at my house for my ex-wife.
…living in a desert.
…people who want or expect something for nothing.
…all the partisan political backbiting and bitching.
…Jerry Jones and the Arlington Cowboys.
…being forced to be an indentured servant by the government.

Next, I chose to share a love letter. It is not so much a love letter as it is just another original poem from the bowels of my gray matter. I hope it pleases.

Ode to my Mary Jane

Baby, I don’t think that you realize
Exactly how much you cloud my eyes
I can’t wait until my workday is through
So I can head straight home to you
I long to get you in my gentle grasp
If I must wait you’ll hear me gasp
I’ll hold my breath until I turn blue
And my head can’t tell my body what to do
All my loved ones say that you are bad
And If I were to fore go you they’d be glad
But I know that you have brought me joy
And you helped deliver me my girl and boy
You bring me comfort and good times
You help me compose my mind’s rhymes
You see me off to bed each night
With one last kiss before twilight
And sometimes its you that stirs me awake
Especially when you wake and bake
Occasionally I join you for lunch
(I think my boss may have a hunch
that I see you secretly now and then)
it matters not to me where or when
sometimes when we feel frisky
I bring a friend and we get risque
You don’t mind and you don’t bitch
In fact I’m now starting to get that itch
So never mind this job and my employer
I’ll meet you in ten minutes in our foyer!

stu pidasso


  1. I bring a friend and we get risque! Ooh la la...your poem is killing me!

    And boo to the governement! I hear you on that one right now.

  2. Great poem. Even better the second time reading. WHW

  3. Hey nice poem Stu. And I love that chick's shirt. ~bhj