should I hit myself in the head with a hot frying skillet? Oh this wine tastes like jelly, I do know I shall pour another glass! Iraq? trans middle eastern pipeline war is always bad for people. Sometimes, war is great for... dictatorships, stock markets, and lusters of war am I the greatest poet in America? there's really no way to quanta!
Drink another drink, and I'll think another drink, someone else will be dead, between my blinks.
terrorists are weenie faggots full of maggots, cowards of the stupidest kind, murdering the non-warriors, at the eastiest and most cowardly of times.
I stand of man, of space, and time. I stand tall, my words are filled with rhyme, of this and that and inner space soul acrobats. Not plastic, but fantastic degrading with ultimate grace.
I've got great dreams, and from kindness, the greatest of place.
If Earth is all my children.
All my children, are all my children.
Do you see the smile on my face?
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Posted by kinglear (Member # 6211) on :
ah, the joys of sweet refreshing crack.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
Cool, daddy-o. The return of beatnik poetry.
Posted by fallow (Member # 6268) on :
I don't get it.
Good words. Good meter. Nice flow and rebellious imagery. But something is lacking.
like a SMACK on Thor's ass for being such a transparent TOOL!