Posts Tagged ‘my poems suck

16
May
09

10 Best Searches that Brought Readers to AdrienneCrezo.com

By adrienne 4 Comments
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How do you know your blog has ceased to be interesting in any way whatsoever? When your list of search terms has nothing to do with you or the things (you think) you’re writing about. I thought I wrote about being  lazy, having a crap day job, reading books, and being a mom who writes articles, ad copy and short fiction. Apparently, and Google Analytics doesn’t lie, I write about anything but. These are my ten favorite, in ascending order:

10. patricia takanawa

9. irish ass

8. jayne mansfield mariska hargitay daughter

7. nice ass

6. unimportant things don’t matter

5. famous beatnik

4. dugongs baby

3. i just can’t sleep

2. poems that suck

1. 100 chuck norris facts on a poster

Oh, the spam. I can hardly wait.

09
Mar
09

Ode to Procrastination

By adrienne 2 Comments
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Oh, obligation, I’ll get back to you

Facebook is waiting and I want to read the news

I need to start the laundry and I’m reading a good book

So, really, in an hour–I mean it.

Well, that took longer than I’d thought

Now it’s late, and dinner’s hot

And I need to give the kid a bath

So, give me a few minutes–seriously.

Oh my god, I can’t believe I did that

I was supposed to take these movies back

While I’m there I’ll get a few more

Then I’ll get to work–I promise.

Oh, obligation, look at the time

I barely have enough to write a poem that rhymes

And after this I need to hit the sack

I meant to get to you–maybe tomorrow.

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