And Then I Asked For Disentary
Posted: January 14th, 2005, 2:36 pm
I wanna write a love poem, with poisoned veins that spit out LOVE words because it’s just so damned sick.
Tooty fruity in your pants after hours blah blah blah April and May showers poem.
I wanna write a hate poem where I sacrifice a man-verse instead of a man-child because babies cry too much.
F-U-C-K on the walls in red paint that stains my hand so that you know it was me!
It’s gonna haunt you in your sleep while your lullaby song skips and the dangling cigarette butt burns your lips, while your bulging panty-line rips it ships out at noon back round 12 to take you to hell cuz you’ve been a bad boy.
“I’ve died and gone to prison” He said, behind the bars. “They cheated me out of 25 percent”.
I wanna write a sex poem sticking things between my ears because I always forget where my womanhood is
While my consonants get nookie my constants keep changing their minds and I realize now maybe it is just typing and not writing and after that I was continually hounded by bastards in cheap thongs who kept telling me to fill in the blanks.
I will go to bed and sleep for nights and days to finally awake one night, old, bent, and withered... spreading my seed across desolate plains, and feeding the VOID,
Then I’ll write a quite poem, where the pages go to sleep on beds of deadened roses, where even cars speed up to go nowhere fast, where even you and I remain silent in a field of burning political confusion,
Struggling over whether or not it’s just proximity infatuation, left with nothing but the noise.
I wanna write a poem man, so will you please…
...Open a window
...Light a candle
...Blow a whistle
...Sing a perverted song
...Bust my chops so I don't get fired
...Comb my hair cuz it's nappy now
...Devirginize my ears (they're too sensitive today)
...Feed me lines
...Breathe me breath
...Comprehend my sheer insanity
...Enlighten my eyes
...Flip me off
...Put me in jail
...Rip me to shreds
...Fix me a drink
...Relight my goddamn cigarette thank you!
...Order my public execution
...Come to watch
...Kick over the stool
...Hear me squeal
...Name the color my face turns as I choke
...Record the time and date at the exact moment I give the fuck up and stop breathing
...Shed a hypocritical tear in lament for my passing
...Clean the ropes for sinner #2
...Dump my body in a ditch
...Walk away, and stop reading this miserable shit."
Tooty fruity in your pants after hours blah blah blah April and May showers poem.
I wanna write a hate poem where I sacrifice a man-verse instead of a man-child because babies cry too much.
F-U-C-K on the walls in red paint that stains my hand so that you know it was me!
It’s gonna haunt you in your sleep while your lullaby song skips and the dangling cigarette butt burns your lips, while your bulging panty-line rips it ships out at noon back round 12 to take you to hell cuz you’ve been a bad boy.
“I’ve died and gone to prison” He said, behind the bars. “They cheated me out of 25 percent”.
I wanna write a sex poem sticking things between my ears because I always forget where my womanhood is
While my consonants get nookie my constants keep changing their minds and I realize now maybe it is just typing and not writing and after that I was continually hounded by bastards in cheap thongs who kept telling me to fill in the blanks.
I will go to bed and sleep for nights and days to finally awake one night, old, bent, and withered... spreading my seed across desolate plains, and feeding the VOID,
Then I’ll write a quite poem, where the pages go to sleep on beds of deadened roses, where even cars speed up to go nowhere fast, where even you and I remain silent in a field of burning political confusion,
Struggling over whether or not it’s just proximity infatuation, left with nothing but the noise.
I wanna write a poem man, so will you please…
...Open a window
...Light a candle
...Blow a whistle
...Sing a perverted song
...Bust my chops so I don't get fired
...Comb my hair cuz it's nappy now
...Devirginize my ears (they're too sensitive today)
...Feed me lines
...Breathe me breath
...Comprehend my sheer insanity
...Enlighten my eyes
...Flip me off
...Put me in jail
...Rip me to shreds
...Fix me a drink
...Relight my goddamn cigarette thank you!
...Order my public execution
...Come to watch
...Kick over the stool
...Hear me squeal
...Name the color my face turns as I choke
...Record the time and date at the exact moment I give the fuck up and stop breathing
...Shed a hypocritical tear in lament for my passing
...Clean the ropes for sinner #2
...Dump my body in a ditch
...Walk away, and stop reading this miserable shit."