I will pay no mind to what you say,
Or what you think you know.
To me you’re just a face making noise.
So be gone you dim witted ass.
Find another who will cower to your needs.
Your pseudo-intellectual bullshit is merely
A ballet slipper full of fish heads bobbing
On the polluted creek of your macerated mentality.
So Hey! Pass me that jug hillbilly.
Let’s go out to the barn with that big-breasted Daisy Mae,
She got a big bow tied round her neck,
She’s a dog on a leash just a begging for a bone.
Or better yet, let’s go to Katmandu.
We can run naked through the marijuana fields.
Scrape the resin off each other’s skin and make hashish.
Smoke it in a big ole hookah, blowing smoke rings into
The pungently stale marbled air,
Contemplating why they call it the big bang
When in fact there was no bang at all!
Please tell me what you think
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I'm not sure about some of your metaphors "a ballet slipper full of fish heads", likewise your language sounds a little strained at times "macerated mentality", being a key example of this. I like your last two lines a lot, however, although is the use of the exclamation mark neccessary?
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hahaha, well this was certainly a fun read.
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forgot these
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This is anger and humor all in one. I love your choice of words.I wish I could go to katmandu, only I would just smoke the plants instead
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