Poetry and Art by Darrell Herbert
I named this poem saga pillow headWell, because I am the writer of my glorious life
Well, it’s just a cosmetic set
With doctors, and gloves, and black pipes
Making sure my life jacket and suit is colored in white
With goats, and shoes, and orange hats
Darrell, just take a small stone from the golden ash
Bouncing along, sonic wave
Well, today I held my crush’s hand next to the window, it was so sunny on the playground
Well, today I saw my crush stare at me again, this girl is really pretty and something
Well, today I heard my crush call me to have lunch, we’re jumping and laughing on the seesaw
Oh look at that traffic signal, don’t say your love life is dark
I named this poem saga pillow head
Well, because I am the reader of my beautiful love life
Well, it’s just a cardiovascular vest
With nurses, and needles, and my crush’s grey kite
Making sure her life jacket and suit is colored in lime
With purses, and lipstick, and blue pants
Darrell, just take a small stone from the golden grain
Bouncing along, sonic wave
Well, today I held my crush’s hand next to the window, it was so sunny on the playground
Well, today I saw my crush stare at me again, this girl is really pretty and something
Well, today I heard my crush call me to have lunch, we’re jumping and laughing on the seesaw
Oh look at that traffic signal, don’t say your love life is dark
Saga please show me a signal
Pillow just tell my head I am no longer in my feelings
Saga please show her a signal
That I love her and have genuine feelings
Sage please open my eyes, she’s looking right
Sage please show us a signal
In my head we are healing
Sage please open my eyes, she’s looking right
Sage please show us a signal
In her head I am what’s she’s feeling
Sage you’ve open my eyes, I was so nervous and shy
Anti-Social
His knife is narrow, his efforts have no effect
The bathroom, the mirror breaks, another child with birth defects
I am not anti-social, I just do not talk to a lot of people
Was raped right on the stairs, no one is talking in the morning
The small boy is instilled with fear, this is his suicidal day
Lynching faith from ceilings, performing an orgy with permission
FUCK YOU AND YOUR HERO!!!!!
I AM NOT IMPRESSED, FUCK YOU AND ALL OF YOUR HATE, I’M NOT A FUCKING AMERICAN REJECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’M NOT ANTI-SOCIAL, I JUST DON’T TALK TO A LOT OF PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RAPED RIGHT ON THE FUCKING STAIRS, STARVING IN THE MORNING, NOW MOLLY REPLACES HIS TEARS, THIS IS HIS SUICIDAL DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUICIDAL PREDICTIONS, CLOSING UPON AN EXISTENCE, FUCK YOU AND YOUR OPPRESSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOOOO, NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCK YOU AND YOUR HERO!!!!!
I AM NOT IMPRESSED, FUCK YOU AND ALL OF YOUR HATE, I’M NOT A FUCKING AMERICAN REJECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’M NOT ANTI-SOCIAL, I JUST DON’T TALK TO A LOT OF PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST ONE MORE QUESTION, TWO COUNTS OF BLOODY CONFESSIONS
THREE DEGREES OF TESTING, FOUR COUNTS OF SEVERE DEPRESSION, FIVE YEARS OF AN INFESTED ERECTION
SIX DAYS OF PURE SUGGESTIONS, SEVEN BIBLES RELATED TO APPREHENSION!
FUCK YOU AND YOUR OPPRESSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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