(The Deleted) Poems Galore The Fourwell Tour
German Alcala
Published by German Alcala at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 German Alcala
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(The Deleted) Fouwell Tour
Poem Listing
[Touched By An Angel]
When I was born thirteen years ago
My life span could have been zero
My mother in labor struggled for air
And to save our lives was a dare!
I was touched by angel at first breath
Who saved me from certain death
Just as my face reached the darkest shade
The doctor pulled into the day
My mother the brink of death
Saw that I exhaled a breath
My father who was in the blues
Had been asked whose life to choose!
[Spoiled Milk]
The first stage of you were cream cheese
And everybody ate you with ease
The fridge was running out of space
So to the back you were sent on a race
The days passed by with little effect
In fact your substance got a more direct
The fridge opened back and forth
And soon you produced a moth!!!
The weeks arrived and settled in
You became “that thing” inside the fridge
Then roach climbed in and died in you
And soon your body was just blue
Then you reached your final day
And your substance rotted right away
The fat became some type of poison
And then you looked like a gummy vitamin
Then you were suddenly liquefied
And your murders are not justified
But when somebody is hungry
Their food they don’t study
Now, you are spoiled milk, dear
For health any human should fear
You’ll make blood come from any ear
Of you news reporters will all hear
[Money, Drug and Sex]
You’re known across the world and back
You are the dollar, fucking, and crack
You are a parasite upon man
To disgrace is your only plan
I’ll explain to you the filth
If there’s money that is wealth
Obtaining drug commands stealth
But with drug you’ll never regain health
Money so addictive and fun!
Money leads to the pulling of a gun
With money: All the black leather
To its power you’ll forever tether
Yes, money pays your bills
And your stomach fills
Now your children stand there
Waiting for you to keel over
It was an innocent thing
Yes, it was a young fling
Nah, you didn’t have too much
Now reality you cannot touch
That is the drug a violent thing
No, drug is not a simple thing
Just like vitamins: not too much!
Like a child and sweets: Mustn’t touch!
Ah! The excitement, the thrill
“Keep it going with your skill”
“Do it to the ending and do it right!”
“Do it with all of your might!”
“Yes, that’s what I want!”
“The ending is something to flaunt!”
“Now, way with ye”
Or I’ll tell how you raped me
Those are the vices so easily
They pull away your tranquility
“Such simple things” you say
“For them I will not go array”
But you can speak all you want
Until you have something in front
I warn you to keep your wisdom about
As on tour you now go out!
[The Sunset]
The vibrant light of yellow
That had greeted me with a hello
Now is a fiery burning red
And here comes a moment I do dread
The sun starts falling a these hours
The light makes it look
Like it is burning the city’s towers
And the last few moments of life on a hook
The sky is radiating in fire
And now I see the sun tire
It decorates the skies
Looking like it wants to rise
It begins to dive into the mountains
Lights create orange fuming fountains
And then the begins to shrink
Until in the sky is the last shimmering
The light blows from behind the mountains
And a halo of fire now retains
And slowly the light is blue
And The Sun has died on you
[I’ll Fight You]
My height increases
My voice! It deepens!
My skin has creases!
My body weakens!
Your boobs are huge!
Your hair is so greasy!
One moment in blues
The next I’m all easy
Oh gross what is that?
Your waistlines increasing
You’re looking kinda fat
Don’t pop! That’s disgusting
Oh, what is this?
It’ll happen to you too
But I’ll stay in bliss!
There’s nothing to do
Yes there is!
The hell there isn’t
I’ll stay in young bliss
Despite how much my height has
Just let it be
Go out in style
You’re not three
It ain’t so vile
I’ll fight you!
I swear that
I’ll not be you!
My life won’t go flat
I’ll suffer my skin!
And I’ll lose some weight
I’ll put on a grin
And age I will hate
So, I do declare
Age, I say to you
To fight you I’ll dare
If it’s the last thing I do
[Mexicano Falso]
Ay, tu piel esta tan fina!
Tu deberías de ser de China
Y eres persona tan alta!
Tu seques una Reina De Inglaterra?
Yo juro por mi Dios que mi sangre es Mexicana?
El primer jugo que tuve fue Manzanilla
Mi abuelita cocina de lo mejor!
Y yo cocino Tacos no tan peor
Mexicano? Mexicano Falso! Que chiste!
No te ves como empleado del restaurante
Mexicano? No somos estupidos!
Mira, tu tienes buenos zapatos!
Mi sangre empezó en un lugar de tierra
Hasta me sube a un caballo de guerra
Yo he comido Tamales con mucha grasa
Y he puesto Sombreros en mi cabeza
Si tu ere un Mexicano
Yo soy de planeta extraño
Mexicano? Mexicano Falso! Bromas Chistes!
Como explicas que hablas Ingles!
Yo soy niño del Ron y el Sol
Me encanta Rock en Españo!
Yo soy de la Capital Guadalajara
La salsa y la Tequila andan en mi alma
[I Was Abandoned]
My mother abandoned me when I was born
I never learned what happiness was
I was forced to live in gutters and scorn
And was forced to steal people’s wallets
My spouse abandoned me after our wedding
So I went off to live with faun type creatures
I was fascinated by them and I wrote of them
Offended they tried to destroy my features
Now, if I was weakened with a mother
And I was so deeply saddened by a faun
Just think of my tears’ smother
If my publishing deal was gone
[Monstrous Sizes]
I was once so small and cute
Now I’m like King Kong!
So huge you’ve got to shoot
Of growing huge: this song
I was once a smaller creature
With my eyes fixed to my head
But height became my feature
Above all I now do treed
How it bothers me to look down
Because the floor is miles away!
My monstrous feet give me a frown
For they could darken any day
Such monstrous sizes on me
Such a little perk I once was
And now when, myself, I see
My face, with shame, fills it does
[Mexican Mimic]
Oh, your skin is so amazingly pale
You must be from a nation of Hitler’s hail
You’re rather tall I’ve seen
Ancestors bowed to an English Queen?
I swear to God that my blood is Mexico’s
The first drink I had was named Jarritos
My grandmother can choose herbs with eyes closed
And the first thing I cooked was a taco on the roast!
Mexican? Mexican Mimic! What a laugh!
You don’t look like the restaurant staff!
Mexican? Are you confused?
Because I see you with shoes
My blood was begun in a land so dry
And to ride a horse I did try
I’ve eaten tamales made in pig’s fat
And have worn a Sombrero: that’s a hat
The idea of you being Mexican
Is like me being an Alien
Mexican? Mexican Mimic! Not true
Because English is coming out of you
I’m a child of Ron and the Sun’s Beat
Across hottest sands could treed my feet
I’m Mexican from Guadalajara’s Capitol
The Tequila and spicy salsa drown my soul
[Mental Masturbation]
This was my Farwell Tour, but I’m not any Cher
But, to be a complete amateur I don’t dare
This was my greatest public presentation
But you know: It was pretty much mental masturbation
We must now admit that this hasn’t been Angelou
This was a little mental fling to entertain you
It was my single childish creation
Welcome to mental masturbation
This experience got you to know me more
And was meant for you to now adore
But we’ve gotta understand I’m no Edgar Allan Bob
So, this was pretty much just a mental hand job
This is the part you say bye and we never meet again
Whilst to think that you are reading this might bring pain
Because you thought you were a Christian: God’s Creation
But you’re in DUN DUN DUN mental masturbation
No, that’s a lie. I’m pretty much better than Angelou
And I in fact greatly appreciate you
This was not meant to be mental masturbation
But it was fun to have your attention
I had stuff I simply had mention
And now you have given it attention
It was the unspeakable mental masturbation
Thank You
Thank You, for even looking through these poems, and spending your time to interpret my works. If you for some reason have not read the official Poems Galore The Fourwell Tour I don’t really recommend it. No, it can be found at Smashwords.com/Germanalcalasahagun along with stuff that isn’t poetry, and a list of books that I hope to be expanding all the time!
German was born in Los Angeles, California. He is thirteen years old and if he could eat and never gain a pound he’d stop eating! He is also thoroughly convinced that his eyes are getting lighter with age and that he should be seventy pounds lighter. He can be found ranting on about his lack of weight loss in Twitter as @ConceitedPerson.