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A Day in A Life

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I need to write a tagline

To a company that doesn’t yet exist

This will stay with them forever

Or at least till I say cease.

It’s tough and boring

Inspiration isn’t here today

I’m trying every direction

But all my lines are gray.

I tried ‘Connection’


Anything synonymous with ‘Tech’

I tried Latin words

And Greek

I attempted stepping away

I tried writing quick.

Now I’m on the blog

Seeking for ambition

A definition

Or Ignition

Something to justify my commission

A tad of ammunition

This is a very bad condition

My career is in remission

Why isn’t “Procrastinator”

A fully paid position?


Written by Frankelstache

January 12, 2010 at 10:11 am

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Oh Happy Day

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Oh Happy Day

Bring on the snow

The Frats

Bums on the streets.

Bring on the sleepless

The White Nights

The Loneliness

The pain.

Bring on bad dreams

The yelling

The ego fights

The disdain.

Bring on tears




Bring on stress

The Pressure

The deadlines

The politics.

Bring on longing

The Skype chats

The phone sex

The bills.

Bring on love

The Power

The Bond

The Chains.

Bring it on

Written by Frankelstache

December 23, 2009 at 11:01 pm

Night Swimming.

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Death came for a visit yesterday

3AM Pacific Time.

He drowned in the pool

Floating on his stomach.

70 something years

320 something lbs.

Flexing his arms

Closing his fists

Yelling at the sky

Smiling with no teeth.

A plethora of fans

One lonely man

3 kids






Can’t possibly be sad about this

It’s a day for love, food and celebration.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

Written by Frankelstache

December 11, 2009 at 11:34 am

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Leave Tonight or Die This Way

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Radio is playing

Your mind shoots back to summer mornings

Northern California and your driving

Lost in the fields, sun is on your dashboard.


You’re calm.

Staring at the clouds, August scents fills you from the out

You crack open a window

Hand hanging, touching the wind.

Not so clear where to go

Another intersection followed by three lights

Seeking a street in this college bicycle town

Kids running wild

Lawns wearing yellow.


Maybe turn here

Nothing to lose

With a full tank of gas.

Time on your side

Alone and misplaced

Finally you’re an adult


Written by Frankelstache

November 19, 2009 at 9:16 pm

Pooch Went Through Castration Yesterday.

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Will I ever be able to look him in the eyes?




I had to trim your testicles

Doesn’t mean that I don’t care

I love you just as much

I know your manhood is like air


Mango had balls

But not anymore

Not anymore

Society won the battle

Mango will win the war


Mango you’re my pooch

A friend, an ally and a beast

Don’t take this personally

We promised the rescue

And your humping had to cease


Mango had balls

But not anymore

Not anymore

Society won the battle


You will never be a father

Not a husband probably

As well

But some bitches are smarter

Will love your impotency

Just the same


Mango had balls

But not anymore

Not anymore


Now you feel confused

I wanna sympathize

As much as I can

I will try and be supportive

To your penis I’m a fan


Mango had balls

But not anymore


Painkillers are addictive

So we need to take it slow

Pooping will feel difficult

But that’s just how life goes.


Mango had balls.









Written by Frankelstache

October 27, 2009 at 10:42 am

A Trip in Words

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Parents got older,

Friends got married

People got ruder,

Grandma still buried.

Life got expensive-r,

Water sources got depleted

Little girls turned women,

Corruption remains untreated.

Right Wing got extremer,

Religion more popular

Food still tastier,

Views got spectacular.

Healthcare still free,

Summer weather mainly rules

From school everybody flee,

Education is run by tools.

1,095 days later

Life here do seem better.

Written by Frankelstache

October 15, 2009 at 7:02 am

Airport Poem

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“My People”

 Screw the natives

Why do they make me feel so bad?

I’m usually competitive

But this just makes me sad.


They accuse. They’re entitled.

Uneducated. Uninvited.


I try to ignore

There are so many kinds,

I’ve been here before

Stressed and then untied.


Disrespectful and obnoxious

With a dash of cockiness and smug,

Utterly preposterous,

They make me wanna gag.


Fashion ain’t their thing

They seek attention,

I give them shame.


They are as shallow as a fling

No real heat

Just lots of flame.

Written by Frankelstache

September 26, 2009 at 7:42 pm

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