Its not what you think! 13+ LOL A weird poem about plugging a hole in a dike. |
-My Finger In A Dike- by Keaton Foster My finger is sore The ramifications Of my predicament I do indeed deplore It’s way past midnight And here I am With my finger in a dike If I move, if I try to flee The smallest of stream Will soon become a tidal wave Washing away all that I love Destroying all that I hate Decisions burdened by weight Are somehow causing me to delay I could scream for help I could call for others With equally fattened appendages To take my place Maybe so that I could run away Taking those I love to higher ground Leaving those I hate behind to drown After all buildings and structures Can always be replaced Built in the mirror image Of all that have been destroyed Of course the point is moot Unless I remove my finger The one I have stuck The one that hurts like fuck My finger in a dike What a damn night I was just walking by On my way through town Heading down to the local pub To have a beer or two or ten With men who are as equally screwed By the choices that they have made And the foundations laid Pseudo friends who I drink with But never see outside the walls of the pub As I passed, as I came by I saw a dribble That turned into a steady flow Living here the rule of thumb Or should I say finger Is that if you see a leak plug it quick Then call for immediate help There are men, definitely not me Whose only purpose and meaning Is to plug holes and repair the dike Surrounding our vertically challenged town The sea is almost above our heads Way below level We stand no reasonable chance If the dike fails, so do we On this ruined night the honor Of saving everyone within the village With my digits falls upon me Regardless of like or hate I must do what is right I just hope no new leaks spring Because I only have nine fingers left Well actually eight and a half But that’s another story entirely… My Finger In A Dike Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |