My real name is Josh, but most already knew
That my temper's short, and I'm friends with few
My head's the size of Dallas, the city not the guy
It tends to catch on the wind and raise me in the sky
While I float with birds, I look at the street
Many people down there, are hiding from the heat
So I try to help, by blocking the sun
Now the people come out, and start to have some fun

Now that it is nightfall, the wind starts to die
So I start to decend, down from in the sky
Now I go back home, to check my mail
Oh look some more flames, shit, it never fails
So I write them back, like I always do
And call out their threats, they never carry through
Finally bored with that, I head back outside
I force myslef through the door, my head is just too wide

But now I walk around, and start to climb a hill
There's people up there, just trying to chill
They are making out, and looking at the moon
But my mamoth mellon, looks like an air balloon
Going up the hillside, with a giant face
They were scared shitless, then formed a tight embrace
Don't worry I won't hurt you, I said to the couple
I leaned back too much, my head's weight made me topple

Tweet

Comments on this poem/writing:

Click here to read other Poems by Seizure

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com  so the proper person may be notified.