A BIT OF A POEM
Your Girlfriend ain't coming back.
You are SCUM
YES SHE IS
you can't write worth a crap
You ripped me off
you are sick
you need some kind of medication.
you can't play the flute worth a F u k
Don't write that kind of S hit to me
you are sick. You belong in a MENTAL (INGRES)
slop pail.
hogwash. You ain't no GENIUS. You ain't no MASTER PAINTER. Your'e nothing but a DRUNK. You need to TAKE music lessons. You Kant play the Guitar worth a DARN.
My girlfriend's a BITCH.
you ain't got no girlfriend,
you want some fried EGGS . . .
you wanna' GO TO HELL
Why don't you go jump off something or other.
Your girlfriends a SLUT. NO SHE@S NOT.
Yes she is. ya Kant even SPEL.
You don't know what your'e talkin' 'bout. You are an IDIOT. Your'a SPAZZZZ.
there are essentially two halves to the BRAIN. This is one and that is the other. I am what you would call . .................THE THIRD PART.
You need music lessons. There ain't no GOD. you are full of shit and the next time you spill that milk on the flllllloooor I'm GONG GO ing to beat your brains in. Yop lop you aint got know no no BRAINGS (BRAINNS) (BRAINs) AND if your ever play that FLUTE again I'm Going to move right in with you. YOU AIN@T NO FLUTEST. You can't even spell it. ( Sop So many tears have fallen from my eye's. So many yesterdays have faded away. So many days have I died. So many tears have I cried. There are two halves to the Mind. One is EXTREMELY Critical. The 'OTHER' is full of shit. YOU ARE an embicile.
DEEP INTO the KEEP I WENT
hey, I woullllda put ya on MTV
you a peice of WOOD
Deep into the keep I went
your'e fathers a piece of crap. DEEP INTo the KEEP I went
Descending and spiraling
looking for my father and mother. that is shit.
Deep into the keep I wept. Pay attention, I am telling you something. DROP DEAD. You Want your Girlfriend BACK.
deep into the abyss. YOUR Girlfriend is a SHORe (WHORE) NO she is. upon the shore of time and space. I am going to puke.
no your'e not.
deep into the keep I went
in depth and decree.
I thought you said he was a poet
deep into the lament of the labyrinth
YOUR@E A PIG
into seduction and MYTH.
never to return again.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and tomorrow
row row row your boat gently down the stream.
this fellow is a IDIOT SO
you have a horrible disease EASY fire lights and NITE...... Balanced on the krypton.
INTO DEATH AND DECAY.
INTO DECANDENCE and ambience.
into the kurtosis of GOLD.
deep into the labyrinthine I went
NEVER to RETURN AGAIN.
that's nothin' (I can do better than that).
TRY
POE
the devil died long ago. . .
'the prophet and the poetress.. .
'the poison and the Sparrow'
deep into the laybrinthe I went.
POETIC JUSTICE (A distribution of viruse's and punishment for those that don't obey. A peculiar instance of coincidence and appropriation.) Also possessing the noble quality of beauty.( Also referred to as an Analogous and a Rather Retro-gressive state of INSANITY) He also possessed a rather SMALL WOODEN BODY and a a rather long NOSE. 'Genus' (pinole) also referred to as Pinnicles.
I.e. (a puppet on a string) also known as pinnace and pecan.) also known as a pensive PANdect, KIND OF LIKE A PANDEMIC. . .
ALSO REFERRED TO AS pAN DORA (A RATHER SMALL WOODEN BOX, WHEN UPON OPENED (FOR GOD FUCKING SAKES, BAACAK UP.) WHICH CONTAINED A CERTAIN illness AND remedy PRETAINING TO THE soul. . . . . BLACKNESS IS THE nite. 'UOR A BUM FUKE IDIOT' SAID zUES TO pANDORA. . .. 'WELL, YOUR'RE NOTHING BUT A SLIME BALL IN HELL' SAID PANDORA TO ZEUS (ALSO RYHMES WITH jesus)
ALSO SPEELLED (YORE, AS IN YOU'D AND/OR YOU'RE (A CONTRACTION OF you arew AND idiot)
NOW HE IS DETERIORTING INTO this feLLOW IS A yo-yo
(POST-SCRIPT- 'i WON A FELLOWSHIP AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY FOR RIPPING OFF YO POETRY). (pOE-try) AS YOU DEGENERATED INTO A COMPLETE IDIOT. YOU'RE gIRLFREIND (GIRLGIG) WENT ON TO COMPLETE HER PEDANTICS IN HIGHER THOUGHT. lISA DISCOVERED HEDONISTICS AND NUTRITION. pATTI BECAME A PROSTITUTE. jOHN DIED OF MALNUTRITION. (THAT WOULD BE YOU ARE A COMPLETE IDIOT, AS IN YOU-ALL) AND THE AMFIA (mAFIA) EVENTUALLY TOOK OVER russiA ABD (AND BANG WHOLED SOME GIRL IN POLAND ( i MEANT pOLEMICS). dOUGIE t. DIED OF A HEAT IN MIDSUMMER FOR REFUTING sURREALISM. r. bOWIE DIED FROM READING PHILOSOPHY. and i MYSELF, wELL, i went to hell . . . CHAPTER TWO, VERSE ONE.
YOUR'RE A DUM FUCK. pANDORA OPENS A BOX, AND LEARNS HOW TO DO YAOG (YOGA). i AM NOTHING BUT A STUPID YIPPIE i oH yuppie.
'dEEP INTO THE DEPTHS i WENT,
DEEP INTO THE ABYSSSSSS
EVERY POET IS A PROPHET
EVERY PROGRESS IS A POE.
EVERY PROGRESS IS A POET
EVERY POET IS A (SOMEWHERE BETWEEN eERIE sTRRREETRT AND THE CHIMERA, i SA W THE geese fly overhead. and i cried.
dEEP INTO THE DEPTHS I WENT,
DEEP INTO THE DARKNESS
DEEP INTO THE night
THE ENEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD RSBEAL (I'M ABOUT TO puke)
OH, i ALMOST FORGOT, dbhaP[OE} DBHA POET BUDDA POET YOU BELONG IN A MENTAL ABBDA VIXION VIXON EVER SEE PIGS fly. . . ...................................................
YEAH, SHE IS LIKE HELL WASS WASSSS WANNA BET BET BANG ANG BANG. i WOULD HAVE MADE A MILLION DOLLARS, IF IT HAD NOT BEEN FER YA. WGHICH, BY THE WAY YA WELL ANYWAY. . .................. (THISIDIOP HS DEGENERATED INTO NEO-OGS AND REVENGE) OH , REALLY BYEAND I AM SO SORRY FOR WRITING SUCH ABSTRUSE AND OBSCURE POETRY.
WHAT THE F-ING YA MEAN, 'pOETTRY, THAT AIN'T NO POETRY, IT'S A BUNCH OF CRAP, THIS FELLOW ANIII'NT NO POET, HE KANT EVEN SPEELLL. HE MUST BE FROM YOHUNNKKERS 'i GRACE MYSELF BEFORE THE DEVIL,
i BOW BEFORE g@od
AND i SPIT IN THE FACE OF MAN. (AS IN YORKSHIRE PUDDING) CIE LLLLLLLS S VIE!
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