You're just begging for a tidal wave
An earthquake horchata
Hey! Show me your tits.
Crotch rocketing niggers.
Orange trees & Mango draped
Mexicans selling nuts.
White trash in 4 X 4's
Blond rich whores
hurling out their guts.
On Daddy's dime.
"Excuse me, Waco Paco?
Could you bring me my drink by the pool?
My name is Pathetic suburbanite
# 1,896,843
No kiddin'!
I won the free AIDS test,
and missing wallet?
Excellent
Exciting
Extras."
Horny, and spoiled
Live entertainment
Boring me to death
With sand up my ass,
and a ripe hangover.
This mandatory fuck-off
In goatee -- On fieldtrip.
Straight to the tropic of Cancer.
What's next?
Apparently, a never ending
list of sequels
Hollywood spanish omellettes
& Wobbly cheap chairs with
"Who fucking cares?" last names.
Yes, I'm smarter than you.
Yes, I'm more sophisticated than you
& Yes, you are all very materialistic
And pathetic in every way definable.
Idiots at the carnival.
Morons for cotton candy.
A Mexican hairless.
Americans at their best.
Snap-shots, canonballs and
Nick names with hand-signs.
Lemmings, with a side
of date rape, and
free airfare
back home.
To an emptying airport
In an emptier life.
Still wondering why
everyone hates your
fucking guts?
Yeah,
you must not
get out much.
Author notes
spastic fishface
Written January 2nd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Apocalyptica by obsidianrose843.
300 points, ended November 6, 2005, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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If I was Paris Hilton, this would hurt. One has to wonder how this women end up like that. Another window expertly carved into the visage of Hell, well done.
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This is amazing, a coherent rant of utter disgust. There's so much in this, but then you already know that. So there's nothing left for me to do than leave my approval. Excellent stuff.
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Expressed revoltion is the rule of the day of common decentcy.Nice poetic penning.~~Suseann
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You may be casting pearls before rhyme addicted swine by the comment but this captures the essence of such a decayed humanity that although penned yonks before, it is actually perfect for what has since transpired. The theme here is almost universal but the description and skill to put this together is uniquely yours. I thought this was great.
David
PS Ed’s comment above; cutting and pasting the bit he loved is a gem in itself!
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ok .. i ALWAYS promise i wont read the comments before i comment but ummm (so shoot me) ... while reading through the first time i did wonder how it related to katrina .. ALTHOUGH i can see how katrina relates to human nature, reactions (and apathy) and americanisms and spoon fed society et al .... so i see the connection .... one thing connects to the other in the ultimate dominoe freefall ... ... my first impression on reading your piece (sans the comments) was 'amen'!'>>>> EM
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I really like it. Amazing write. Absolutely amazing. I don't really think I can describe, in words, what I think about it. Great read.
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Hmmmm. I suppose your contention is that the "tidal wave" line makes this applicable to Katrina and New Orleans. Somehow I am doubtful about that. However, it was an amusing read, so not all is lost.
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absolutely amazing poem... i will say nothing else
billy -
But if it wasn't for cutting and pasting,
their flattery would come out in bleets
and mews, causing us, to regrettably
murder them.
Edited on Nov 07, 8:03 p.m. because ''. -
yah, i especially loved this part"
You're just begging for a tidal wave
An earthquake horchata
Hey! Show me your tits.
Crotch rocketing niggers.
Orange trees & Mango draped
Mexicans selling nuts.
White trash in 4 X 4's
Blond rich whores
hurling out their guts.
On Daddy's dime.
"Excuse me, Waco Paco?
Could you bring me my drink by the pool?
My name is Pathetic suburbanite
# 1,896,843
No kiddin'!
I won the free AIDS test,
and missing wallet?
Excellent
Exciting
Extras."
Horny, and spoiled
Live entertainment
Boring me to death
With sand up my ass,
and a ripe hangover.
This mandatory fuck-off
In goatee -- on fieldtrip.
Straight to the tropic of Cancer.
What's next?
Apparently, a never ending
list of sequels
Hollywood spanish omellettes
& Wobbly cheap chairs with
"Who fucking cares?" last names.
Yes, I'm smarter than you.
Yes, I'm more sophisticated than you
& Yes, you are all very materialistic
And pathetic in every way definable.
Idiots at the carnival.
Morons for cotton candy.
A Mexican hairless.
Americans at their best.
Snap-shots, canonballs and
Nick names with hand-signs.
Lemmings, with a side
of date rape, and
free airfare
back home.
To an emptying airport
In an emptier life.
Still wondering why
everyone hates your
fucking guts?
Yeah,
you must not
get out much.
LOL
Edited on Nov 07, 1:30 p.m. because ''. -
neat. i love the asshole poems where you hate the world. this was awesome:
Americans at their best.
Snap-shots, canonballs and
Nick names with hand-signs.
Lemmings, with a side
of date rape, and
free airfare
back home.
To an emptying airport
In an emptier life.
Still wondering why
everyone hates your
fucking guts?
Yeah,
you must not
get out much.
they're pathetic - way to convey that poetically. it was awesome. -
this is so good. I got the connection to reality TV sort of. your poetry always has some really deep meaning to it and it's always unique. This piece is no exception. I really enjoyed reading this.
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Moron's for cotton candy is still one of my favorite lines ever...and one day I will steal it, watch out for me.
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I re-edited it, for you, only you ED.
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What planet do you live on, Uranus?
Because I can assure you the reality tv
is no longer in the tv, it's all around
you it's called America, say Baa sheep.
Unwatchable tripe. -
Thanks for entering my contest...although it didn't really have anything to do with reality tv..or atleast I don't think. But hey it was good...a bit confusing but good.
Chrissy
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Well, I'll tell you what, you've got great taste. I've been saying that about this poem for years, but taste is a refininement of character, and not yet ready for the masses.
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This is great.
It is powerful and clear. It is rare that I am unable to comment in some way on poetry that I read, but I find myself often so when reading your poems.. perhaps because there is very little left to say. All I can say is that this one is beautiful in one of my very favorite ways. -
Woo Woo!
God, I swear - reading your stuff is kind of like watching Hunter S. Thompson pop pills and slurp whiskey. It's entertaining, a bit scary and bound to be something you've never really seen before (no matter who did it first).
This is a view of vacationing in Mexico by the Ugly American that I've never seen before -- oh sure, we all know it exists in some sordid way -- but this pops the hood and shows off the engine.
The last verse kicks and sums it up so well.
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Hey, what's up? It's miserable weather here today, and I have on an avocado face mask, and a joint in my mouth. Life is speckled trout, aint it.
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BLIMEY!! You are on a roll today!! This cut like glass but was true in every last line. I love the terms you use to describe each style of persona. Man, this was good, its being book marked.
Nate -
i am smarter than you and more sophisticated. you must not get out much. i stay in a lot now myself.lol. 4x4s. guess i dont like commenting on your stuff anymore i just like copying it out cos it feels so ggggood.fuckin guts i want to write it always.still wondering why horny and spoiled. loved it.
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