Rusty Bike

[Jerrybaldy]

My bike is rusty
my c ock is waning
my liver is enlarging
my teddy bear's eyes
need repair.
I love you.
And all that is worth.
In a weak moment
I would die for you.
I trust you.
Rolling on the floor
laughing my arse off.
My bike is rusty,
my skateboard
seazed up.
Mr Rubik can
shove his cube
up his
puzzled arse.
Love feels
like life
but I often
feel like a beer.
I love you.
I love toast
on an open fire.
My bike is rusty.
Enid Blyton
is now a racist
and I'm a f ucking
poet.

[Delta40]

I have to say Jerry, the way you combine conscious streaming in order to reveal the truths that we know about ourselves is, in my opinion, breathtaking. You are a f ucking poet - ask any gollywog!

xx

[Jerrybaldy]

I asked the golliwogs and big ears and they all said Delta is at the top of the magic faraway tree x

[Delta40]

Call me Fanny, please!

[Jerrybaldy]

Only if you call me Dick :D

[Lumiere]

You remind me of a very honest person.
I think that's what prevails in your poems: honesty.
That can be like fresh air.
Continue, sir.

[PrinceMyshkin]

There's something about this poem that couldn't have been accomplished unless the writer of it had already written 100s of poems and had decided to go for broke!

I suspect the "rusty bike" is meant to be understood in some metaphoric way or possibly as a sexual reference but taking it as I did, as a clever reference to a two-wheeled mode of transportation that had become rusty, it worked very well for me.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks lumiere, I may well. thanks for taking the time.
Prince. I know exactly what you mean and I appreciate it. High time for a new Prince production. I am hoping your inspiration didnt diminish with the nicotine. I am about to join you in the nonsmoking masses. Its a crying shame frankly,
cheers
jerry

[blank|verse]

The desperate pathos of the narrator comes through strongly enough, despite the random distractions thrown in for good measure, arguably as attempts to cover the narrator's true emotions.

You can just picture the body language and look on the woman's face this poem is addressed to... :rolleyes:

[Lokasenna]

I'll echo the sentiments of others by saying that the honesty of this poem is very refreshing. I love the duality: a poem that is about constraint, yet is itself in no way constrained. Very enjoyable!

[Haunted]

Once again you tell it like it is. Two lines into the poem I know it's a real person talking. A few ups and downs in the poem as you take us on a roller coaster ride of good and bad things about you and life. In the end really glad you are what you said you are, a f ucking poet, Jerry the Great Baldy