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Lunatic
Posted: September 11th, 2011, 9:10 am
by Kailashana
Fucking headache. Fucking genetic disposition.
Fucking wars, Sunday church bells, conspiracies
and conspiracy theories,
fucking bombs and white vans and blasphemy,
fucking death lurking around every corner, on the
110th floor or near a hovel in Bangladore
Cerberus is a damned dog and there's sons of bitches
everywhere,
the gates of hell are never guarded, but what the hell
let's fuck and make it all go away.
Re: Lunatic
Posted: September 11th, 2011, 11:17 am
by the mingo
Bam! & Wow! & Fuck yeah, Mongolia
Re: Lunatic
Posted: September 11th, 2011, 1:05 pm
by creativesoul
Yeah! That is something to write about! Good luck with that- nice write!
Re: Lunatic
Posted: September 11th, 2011, 4:04 pm
by stilltrucking
maybe if we said no to fucking it would all go away
sooner or later
good poem I thought
thanks for writing it
don't mind this lunatic howling at the moon
image source Scientific American
Re: Lunatic
Posted: September 11th, 2011, 6:26 pm
by saw
for me, there are many days when fucking is the only thing that makes any sense.
finally a poem that addresses this thing I have known for quite some time.....yes!
Re: Lunatic
Posted: September 13th, 2011, 4:31 am
by revolutionrabbit
my 60's novel ends with fucking on LSD
back then it was all like going on a trip
and hoping you will end the trip
getting laid, the whole trip is a journey
to arrive at that innocent moment
of fucking the girl you tripped with
when she was 13 years old, along
the way you meet a lot of other sexy
creatures, that teach you about tripping
and teach you about your first love making.
Re: Lunatic
Posted: September 20th, 2011, 5:29 pm
by wesley snow
Goodness Kaila.
Now that is what I call a rant.
Surprised to see me here? Doreen invited me. Blame her.
I think I liked the poem, but I'm going to have to settle down first to know.
wesley