Billings, Part I: Nobody likes poems
Billings is in Montana.
The local paper is the Billings Gazette.
There is a columnist named Ed Kemmick who writes a column called "City Lights".
He gives the following advice (quoting some guy named Tony) for bloggers:
nobody likes poems. dont put your poems on your blog. not even if theyre incredible. especially if theyre incredible. odds are theyre not incredible. bad poems are funny sometimes though, so fine, put your dumb poems on there. whatever.
So edgy, so wise.
Here's a poem (I think it's incredible):
The Girl from Billings
Gina!
What was it like, growing up in Billings?
Were there tornados, droughts, danger,
or was it more
drinking in pickup trucks
and cheering for football teams?
Gina,
I enjoy the dark hair
on your lower back.
But I am afraid of your brother
(Bill)
ever since he ran that guy down
on his 4-wheeler.
We should move to a place,
Gina,
with city lights.
Not big ones (city lights)
but just enough so it's hard
to see the stars.
Know what I mean?
The local paper is the Billings Gazette.
There is a columnist named Ed Kemmick who writes a column called "City Lights".
He gives the following advice (quoting some guy named Tony) for bloggers:
nobody likes poems. dont put your poems on your blog. not even if theyre incredible. especially if theyre incredible. odds are theyre not incredible. bad poems are funny sometimes though, so fine, put your dumb poems on there. whatever.
So edgy, so wise.
Here's a poem (I think it's incredible):
The Girl from Billings
Gina!
What was it like, growing up in Billings?
Were there tornados, droughts, danger,
or was it more
drinking in pickup trucks
and cheering for football teams?
Gina,
I enjoy the dark hair
on your lower back.
But I am afraid of your brother
(Bill)
ever since he ran that guy down
on his 4-wheeler.
We should move to a place,
Gina,
with city lights.
Not big ones (city lights)
but just enough so it's hard
to see the stars.
Know what I mean?
1 Comments:
Is that really a poem, or a DeadMilkman tune?
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