Kaspar Olef Pinkle (kop) wrote in ___walt_shitman,
Kaspar Olef Pinkle
kop
___walt_shitman

Not Knock

This is not a little tap
Nor a mere knock

It's a big bang
KNOCK KNOCK
And my theory is that
Such a loud sound would summon you back

Back to the door
KNOCK KNOCK
The door of crappy poems galore

Come back my crappy poet friends
And spread your crap all over the world

Come out from the Facebook tomb
KNOCK KNOCK
In which you were buried alive

This is a summons to the ghosts
Of bad poets
To rap

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Sitting in the graveyard is cold when you're alone
So warm it up with spirits
Pour all over

Let us drink it
The elixir of amazing words
Syrupy and thick
And it might be sweet
Or bitter

The vinegar world
A high acidic kick
A lemon
A lime

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Give lemons
Let's make them into lemonade
And let's make a stand again

Hopefully --- and you never know
Someone will pay twenty-five cents

KNOCK KNOCK

It's not money
It's labor
It's love
It's effortless

It's
KNOCK

You gotta knack for the knock
What do you got?
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