Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Thursday, September 22, 2005


Sick again
And I thought of calling in to work
But I ended up crawling in to work

Suck it up
We only meet once a week
So if we miss that once a week
It is a very long time

All stuffed up
Half my class is just the same
The half the other half will blame
For our Bob Dylan voices

Every year
I get sick about this time
Just like every other time
Tomorow I will breathe


  • At 2:40 PM, Anonymous idiot wind said…

    speaking of speaking like Dylan (with a "voice of sand and glue" as David Bowie asserts), Dr. Zimmerman can heal, too:

    Now the rainman gave me two cures,
    Then he said, "Jump right in."
    The one was Texas medicine,
    The other was just railroad gin.
    An' like a fool I mixed them
    An' it strangled up my mind,
    An' now people just get uglier
    An' I have no sense of time.
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
    To be stuck inside of Mobile
    With the Memphis blues again.

  • At 5:56 PM, Anonymous big G little o said…

    Speaking of sick: I hate Coldplay--what pretentious crap.
    Finally: new Fiona Apple next month. Get: Nellie McKay, New Pornographers, Brian Wilson Smile. For medicinal and all purposes. Sorry for abusing the comments privilege.

  • At 4:56 PM, Anonymous Jessica said…

    I loved this one. It was fun and quirky. Made me think of the way people sound with their noses stuffed up.

  • At 6:26 PM, Anonymous An orc, with a spoon, named Ringo (the orc, not the spoon...) said…

    If Bob Dylan took decongestans, would he sound like Geddy Lee?

    Think about it--Have you ever actually seen them together?....

  • At 6:28 PM, Anonymous sporking ork said…

    Sorry...that should read "decongestants".....


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