Purple mentos scent wafting through the air,
Candy wrappers and milk juice bottles littered everywhere,
Knowing where it all went to, pinching tummy flab in despair,
Can’t exercise when I’m neither here or there.
Flipping another page of pointless pathology,
A yellow highlighter strikes across the page,
Groaning at another one of my lecturer’s lame analogy,
Mixing yellow highlighter and liquid paper to get beige.
The pink clock ticks as a reminder,
That it’s five minutes past midnight.
Looking longingly at the duvet cover,
Dozing off under the fluorescent light.
Three hundred topics and maybe more,
I stare at my study list in disbelief,
7am bedtimes, I do not adore,
“Just for the next four weeks”, a sigh I heave.
A bug floats lifelessly in my coffee,
I drink it anyway, too tired to care,
I won’t though if it’s a bee,
Then at my notes, I continue to stare.
Suddenly, a voice beckons,
A voice so faint, barely a whisper,
“I know you love bacons,”
says the mysterious whisperer.
Someone throws a piece of bacon to the side of my face,
“Ow,” i said, rubbing the spot, spreading oil all over.
The salty aroma of bacon tempts me to have a taste,
I lick my fingers and sigh, “Let me have another,”
The bacon which fell to the parquet,
Suddenly grows two legs and stands right up,
“Hola! you remember me from the buf-feh?”
says the bacon, as it jumps and sits on the edge of my cup.
“Well, yes, my father says I mustn’t eat you alot,”
I tell the piece of bacon strip, which still looks delicious,
Despite having life-like qualities – and still seems hot,
Sensing my lust, the bacon cocks its,- well,strip – and looks suspicious.
“You’ll never eat a talking bacon, will you?”
asks the bacon, the yellow stripes on its body, glistening in hope,
“Can I please have a lick? And just a little chew?”
I ask, pleading as my stomach juices bubbled like soap.
“But don’t you think it’s strange? Me? A talking bacon?”
says the bacon as it gives a cynical laugh,
The bacon then stares into space, looking distant,
It sighs, “Life as a bacon is tough.”
The bacon jumps down from the cup and lands on its feet,
Walking across my table, oil droplets splattering all over my books,
And when it wasn’t looking, the corner of it I bit.
“OW MUTHA FUCKA!” the bacon screamed, giving me angry looks.
Sensing that I had hands, far faster than it could run,
“No please, you don’t want to eat me. I-I’ll-I’ll give you cholesterol!”
The bacon pleaded and then threatened, as I imagined it on a bun,
The bacon turns and run, and smacks right into the wall.
I peel it off the wall with my fingers and give a sinister grin,
Drool drips from the corner of my mouth, splashing on the bacon,
“Ei! I’m getting soggy over here!” says the bacon, losing its sheen.
“NO NO NO NO NO ARGGGHH!!” screams the bacon as it gets eaten.
….clearly this is the result of studying. I wouldn’t say TOO MUCH studying. I’d be lying to myself. What was initially a melancholic poem, took a strange turn midway. ;\
Just layan me and clap your hands.
10 thoughts on “The Supposedly 5 Minutes Past Midnight Poem”
i like the front part (coz it kinda sounds like what i’m going thru now – having study break too, haha)
but the bacon part really provoked a disbelieving “wtf?!” response from moi… definitely it’s due to the late nights up. lol.
jo: hahaha i wish i had the energy to continue properly. was too tired to think and didn’t want to waste anytime NOT studying, so decided to have a good crap;P
why am i thinking ‘garfield’? must be the food hallucinating. lol.
aaaah….reminds me of your britney spears parodies of f.1 and 2. ‘she’s so sucky’ and something something burst-my-tit…haha.
jo: hmm! that particular strip is starting to form in my head too! did we read the same comic strip?
hahahaha LOL LOL I should so put it up on my blog one of these days. dad would kill me tho;( nevermind..PASSWORD PROTECTED ENTRY!! woohoo!
jo: bom bom cha, bom bom cha cha, bom bom cha.
thats wat we all call stress…
jo: *bow* thank u thank u!
er seriously.. wtfffff?? lol
jo: hahaha.. dun la. layan abit. say, “WOW. you’re SO talented Jolene. uhhhh”
hey hey.. u siao until talking to urself ah.. sigh sigh.. i pity u lah jolene..
jo: wei wei wei! my father read my blog one ar! *faster delete part of comment*..hahaha but OMG! you actually visited my blog. hellooo:D Your girlfriend also studying alot laaa.
muahhahahaa Jolene.. think of you to come up with this.. but i agree, Bad bacon, Bad bacon, Badddd baddd bacon.
Now hand it over to me. *grins* nyahhaha
jo: hahaha you love bacon too? hey, how’s the carbonara over there? *very serious tone* I’m serious. Carbonara. Is an important matter to attend to when one is in Italy.Â
I think everyone can relate to your poem. Oh well, back to my Biology.
jo: haha damn, everyone’s having exams!Â
Oh dear… I don’t think you’re ready for the revelation yet…
Are you sure you can handle it?? *very serious tone*
dot dot dot..
Alright, somebody’s gotta do it and it might very well be me.. but remember.. it’s just because i love you my dear girl…
The real carbonara doesn’t have cream. (ok, if you somehow didn’t get the impact….)
the real carbonara sucks.
I’m sorry!!!!!!!!!!!! *wails* It’s for your good that you need to know sobs sobs…
jo: lol that’s fine. at least i don’t have to think about saving up that plane ticket to go taste authentic carbonara. Can go to Pizza Uno and taste the fantastic one there ANYTIME. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Got encore or not? *clap clap*
jo:> hahahaha if i get more emotional about studying…maybe?