mixed martial losers

[saw]

repbli-cants.... war with demo-duds
mixed martial losers together
in a steely cage match of sound bites

and damn it, neither lame-o will die

sure they will grunt for the fans
and scratch each others eyes out
while calling each other names

the venom is rehearsed in the morning briefing

then after the spectacle they all go
to the same whorehouse
to laugh together , drink top shelf booze

and fuck

you see fucking people is where they excel
and do I ever get a kiss first ?....hell no
it always feels like date rape

'cause I'm pretty sure they think I'm cheap

do I sound cynical....angry perhaps
not really, I''m just an old acid-head journalist
tryin to speak truth to muscle

I see dead people and zombies sometimes

no wait....i was wrong about that
they have horse-meat right down the block
at the arched golden temple of doom

so just forget everything I said
I''m gonna head down the street
get me one of them greasy burgers

[dadio]

Excellente!

[constantine]

i think the poem is pretty right on and holds nothing back. it's clear and to the point all the way down to the they think i'm pretty cheap line. after that, it kind of meanders a bit and loses its force.

[mtmynd]

SAW, having got that off your chest, here's to feeling much better! one of the benefits of writing is taking a mental dump and not having to wipe yourself "after words"...

enjoyed the read! gracias.

[mnaz]

I like it.

the political machine akin to the farcical theatrics of pro-rasslin'....
lotta truth in this ....