Monday, April 14, 2008

ADOPT A CHILD AND MAKE ITS BONES INTO A CEILING FAN

Every time I come home I stand in the doorway and say, “it’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
When I go to bed and pull the covers open, I say, “it’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I get out of bed I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I leave my home, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.

4 comments:

KEN BAUMANN said...

i laughed

chris killen said...

i have drunk on google reader, and i read the title of this poem i knew it was 'unmistakably' the title of a sam pink poem. good work.

sam pink said...

chris, you're good work. you're good work.

Mike zak said...

I read this poem while
I am about 45% drunk
(100% being pass-out
blackout drunk, of course).
And I like it quite a bit.