Jerk The Jerk
Jerk The Jerk is a poem written by Greg in early 2004. He posted it to his Mr Odd site. (Source)
Poem
Every time I look in your face,
Your eyes are dead,
You don’t care for me,
And so I leave,
While you turn back,
And flip on the TV.
I walk to the deli,
And the man looks down on me,
He treats me with a frown,
He looks away,
It’s as if I’m last night’s whore…
I guess I’ll forget to pay.
The world seems to be turning,
And I want to go with the flow,
But it turns the opposite way,
And so I walk in circles,
Smiling like it’s summer,
Yet I’m being swallowed by snow.
I come home and you’re still here,
Staring at the screen,
Ignoring me.
I say there’s dinner,
Then you’ll care,
But instead I see your hand,
As if I’ll serve you.
It’s like every time I try,
I’m wrong.
Since the last day I cried…
I’m just a ghost now.
You’re a cripple,
Or so you act like it,
And I’m the mother’s breast,
It’s only there for when you want to…
Just flip back on the TV.