Let's get naked and cluck
Scratch the ground and peck
I have a Robert Frost bitten anus
Dripping with plastic surgery
And high-strung bad poets
I cheetah breakfast
I don't need to steal your eyes
When they've already stolen your heart
Look at my body of work
I'm a pilgrim, drunk on Indian killing
Motherfucker, I'm that asshole wringing
Out your birds undaroos
I have big Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams, but I don't talk about
Him at the Starbucks with my
Creative writing asshat peers
Getting a buzz on Latte Cliche Mocha Enemas
I've pimped rugged mountain dwarves
And shot heroin straight
Into my eyeballs
While you're pushing the 9-5,
and pretending to be a weekend POET
I'm published and flying high
On the moment
I've read it all, and have written
It all -- all over the fucking place
For my 20 see-cunt-birthday, they tattooed
Procrastinator on the shaft of my Willy,
But I was stuck with "Pro"
Look around -- It's just a matter of time
Before you lemming stains realize
We're not saying anything new
No how.
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Written January 20th, 2005
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A cundiforous piece by a person whose never r
37 plots to all of mankind,means four days from now I'll still be a bitch, but a happy one.:0 -
right on
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This peice, with the particular background you chose, made me think of my times sitting drinking chai lattes at Barnes and Noble, hearing the complaints of stupid horny housewives drinking black coffee while bitching about how Nora Roberts has turned distasteful in her sex scenes. Or maybe it was about psychothereputic books of self help, that only help you get sicker in the head. (i am a prime example). The bullshit babbling burned my head more than the chai burned my fucking throat. good job getting me all emotional. poetry doesnt usually do that. I am not sure why this did, really. hmm. some things remain a mystery.
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Very different and unique write.
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I sure wish my writing wasn't so cliche-ish. What a great critique on many things! Things I think about myself, every day. This poem is quite chaotic, me thinks. But I like it!
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I have an asshat. It is kind of like a Davy Crockett hat, except that it has a donkey head in the front of it and when you press a button on the side, the donkey makes noises and his ears wiggle. It pleases me to no end.
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cant get enoughof your far-out titles. I just can't help but read your poems. You were right in one of your columns when you talked about how titles make it or break it.Also, your contemporary, bitter style intrigues me. Looking forward to reading more, although i've already read a great deal of your work. This was somewhat amusing. Job well done, not that you don't already know that but i'm sure it's nice to hear it once in a while.
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Ok this is a very strange write.. I do not understand at all what you are trying to say.. But I did just a chuckle out of it and I don't know if you meant for it to be funny or not... But to me it was..
Jenn -
i dont think anything you do could be plagiarized, it's just too bizzare
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Indeed. But we all know it.
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On Uranus.
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Maybe one day you will see that you too are just a person. Asshat, that word is pretty funny actually. I agree with a lot of stuff you wrote here and much of the stuff you right. For someone who says he is on the level, you do not really write down to earth. If everyone else is so low, where does that leave you?
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