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"This is a poem celebrating the realization that poems aren't going to change anything and im still writing anyways, but they aint gonna change this mean, crazy fucked up and down world of shit and more shit. Now, on the brighter side of the landscape we have of course the prospect that this poem will become an active member of the curriculum of 8th grade English classes and when the teacher says my name everyone will smile real pretty and say that I was a good guy. Man I could change this world if these assholes gave me the chance, everything starts out small see, but I ain't gonna stay small, like if your reading this here piece of shit, now I'm making progress ain't I? And even if you decide wipe your ass with this work of art, man I'm glad to be of service, that's why I'm here. Look, the poet uses words like you use spit or vasoline or crisco, so I rub these words on a page and you slowly take them in. It's quite literally getting fucked by letters, the vowels and the smaller shafted consonants are fairly easy to take even for the more tight-assed amongst you while other bigger, wider, consonants require in some cases the use of drugs and poppers. Feelin' it inside yet, huh? Its hot, wet, sloppy, slimy, scummy, suckable, poem slipped into a prophylactic with a french tickler made of razorblades being jammed up your asshole, and you stop fighting, and were almost enjoying it until this madman decided to piss up your ass and you began to taste it and it came out your mouth and then he started kissing you settin up a cycle to keep it flowing forever and ever and ever and ever.
The poet fucking the reader, the poet pissing in readers mouth, kissing and drinking his own words. He gets more turned on, you get harder and the scene gets wilder for those still horny for more. The poet is rapist looking to get into something will hurt you if necessary so just cooperate and you'll be better off. I want you to look at this fucking poem,
The poet fucking the reader, the poet pissing in readers mouth, kissing and drinking his own words. He gets more turned on, you get harder and the scene gets wilder for those still horny for more. The poet is rapist looking to get into something will hurt you if necessary so just cooperate and you'll be better off. I want you to look at this fucking poem,
look at it, look at it again real long, now go ahead and relax and see how easy it is the second time. Go ahead, I told you, I'm glad to be of service...Forever and ever and ever "
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Fucking, awesome.
Just fucking, awesome.
"Don't start assuming until you've learned that most of the time I am WRONG".
What a good night. Introduced my friend Tom to some people I met from Charly's party. Aha. You guys just don't understand. Never will. But I hope one day you all will.
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