FIVE FUNCTIONS: MORE BAD POETRY
bob left me and jimmy needs new shoes.
how am i gonna put them through college?
i am a single mother.
jimmy and bob got the black lung.
yesterday the mine caved in.
i work in a mine.
bob set the axe against jimmy's throat.
"why'd you eat my chicken pot pie."
i am a conflict resolution therapist.
jimmy cracked corn and bob didnt care.
it's an awful shame how much corn gets wasted that way.
i am a transparent eyeball.
bob was entirely abstract and illusive and jimmy couldnt get through to him.
the relationship had really hit a roadblock, metaphorically speaking.
i am an avocado.
bob took jimmy's hammer.
now he can't hammer things.
i am a tool.
jimmy got the flu, but bob wouldnt get him cured.
surely jesus will save them.
i am a christian scientist.
bob says its his right to carry a gun, but guns scare jimmy.
"read the second ammendment, boy"
i am moses.
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