Thursday, March 27, 2008
How About Some Poetry Up in This Motherfucker ?That's right...You heard me right...It's time to bust out some m-o-t-h-e-r-f-u-c-k-i-n-g Poetry in this blarg !!!( I heard the term "blarg" on "Miss Guided" the other night-I don't know if it started elsewhere, but that's where I heard it, and I think it's funny, so I'm a stealing it!).
Okay, so some poetry...Here we go....
How a bout some free form ?
Kibbles & Bits:
McGriddles, McChicken,
McYummy ?
McSicken ?
My socks hate my toes
I once heard a tree cry
Trident gum on my shoe
Smoke rings on your fingers
Aflame is your red hair
How come I never noticed
That you were burning there ?
Gloves imprison my fingers
where is spring ?
My glasses are smudged
They mirror my soul
e.e. cummings can kiss my ass.
Handwritten, signed copies available upon request
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