The town of Fuck is where I strap
The streets are named after flowers
And famous inventors, stars;
We have hills and houses on stilts
And the zombies all do for cash
Shimmy, shimmy, shimah
In the neon graveyards
Stained glass and children
Scarves, pearls, and hot plates
I have a whistle for my walk
And a way of keeping count
that goes:
ewe eedle lee eeEee
dweedle dee boop dee boop
And I do, like a wolf thumb nail
flipping his loose change
And I can change the town of Fuck
Into Unfucked, or Fuckled
If I was so inclined, butz I iz
Declined, I iz rapidly on the up
and up -- Turning a trick to treat
I meet the devil, and we fuck
We fuck like great red brothers
Compare tails and horn
Share pawed dirt, and tongue flick
Then, back to work.
In the bizzle of Fuck Town
We do talented things for bucks
We hand shake our milk
And talk of flesh on the trade
I can count the bombs from here
Falling with the precision
Of a million celebrating idiots
Rolling out carpet for flash
And buckets of nonsense
With the urgency of a
pregnant prostitute at
a planned parenthood.
Here's the plan...
We all die
And we all
Get a front
row seat.
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Written January 3rd, 2006
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Now here’s the plan….I’ve been away from reading you and Ed since before Christmas and quite frankly I can’t take the loss any longer. My soul won’t allow much more deprivation. Having got that off my chest the very first thing I read epitomises the very reasons as to why my poetic soul has shrivelled to that of a half chewed sultana.
This is just unbelievably brilliant as a rocket up the clacker of the both real and imagined world that you inhabit. It is brilliant for the person who wrote this is an ace away from storming into a moguls office and garrotting them there on the spot and wedge what’s left of their dildo sized cigar straight up their clacker. There are lines in this
I meet the devil, and we fuck
We fuck like great red brothers
Compare tails and horn
Share pawed dirt, and tongue flick
Then, back to work.
So how are the auditions going? This is way more powerful, metaphoric and indeed personally painful than what most would suspect the writer is letting on about. It serves as a shield but serves equally well as one of the loudest screams you’ll ever hear. On top of everything- it has that wonderful humour laced through it. I just loved it
David
I am not sure if many people really got it but art is hit and miss and this hit me like a baseball driven back through the nuts. What a seriously fucking talent you are. One day, some fucker in Fucktown may even pay you for it without you feel like a prostitute.
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again you have done it...you twisted little oxygen sucker
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You just made this contest so much harder to judge.
I loved this. It is so sarcastic! I can so relate to it, and I don't even live down South.
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