Out of blue door number two in the accounting
corridor at the Noble men’s slightly Asian
bordello... On the grandest side of Poo-Hio.
Struts the daring, and moderately influential
Corporeal Shin Shines. You can tell right away
by the glow upon his fingers, and those stains
upon his upper lip folds that he had been
working diligently all morning felching away
at some poverty stricken peasant's last
egg hen, and moulde cow. Alas; the
micro-phoned wind-chimes in the
Ovatorium chinkled lowest noon. And you know
what that means fellows? Time for a gloving and
diet soda poppy on the Rock a Billies.
In neon socks with matching bow tie our flat haired
Corporeal pulls rank on his fellow CRAP's
(Counting Rats At Pews) and puts himself in
a finer position for a proper mulching.
Pulling his new teeth from the front of his
digital vest. He squats down and grazes in hopes
of not seeing the gloves approach upon its arrival.
Life was always more livelier when one
was surprised. That's why when the glove never
came? He knew his 'time' in Upper-bove was coming to an end
He punched out with a sigh, and kicked stones all the way
home to the Beaver Damn Towers.
(The crib of his Drats and Dillmommas).
But they had all been informed
of his shunning by the Glove, and had taken it
upon themselves to beat one another to death
with olde Motown 8 tracks... The scene was too much
for our hero to bear down with, So he went into the
closet to vacuum forever after ever, and then some.
In the closet, the skeletons piped away at
their Church Brass. Shin Shines whistled along
with them, depressed, and fidgeting with
something in his pocket. 'Twas his class ring.
A huge god awful contraption of gold, gems,
and memories. Disgusted by the weight of the
hulking tribute, he hurled it at the Gay Boynge's
choir of ghastlies. To which they femured him a
sad ballad, known in the closet as the "Ballad, of
the straighter guy" That's when Shins waived
himself over a soft shelled turtle waxing with
a back full of edibles and squinties, and he got
his fix on, and it fixed nothing, not even his
rusted plumbing.
Nodding away at a dessert tray
some time later... Shins, in a moment of Holy
ghost fillings, lept up on the sweet wheeled
gurney of treats, and confessed to his audience of one,
as to how he had accidentally forked his mom's toaster,
and sent his seed to be warehoused at the Badder
Guys' (an appliance outlet store in the Valley of the Balls).
Inevitably forcing the Glove to shake its index finger long,
and back and forth in perpetual tisks... for eternity at him.
To that fact our hero had an Epiphany! If I poker my
dad it'll all be even... But the lights had dimmed
by then, and the elbow girls had shimmied on home.
The last American condor took a last healthy shit on a
cool slit red Yugo out front blowing out one of
its front tires whilst the magistrate was loud
speakering "Closing Time". Shins, did just that,
he closed his eyes, and made love to six portions
of hard under the tabled gum for the last time in
his splintered life, and tired daily dulleries.
After busting a gutty nut, he took off his belt
and spanked himself plum to death and pined.
Yes, Shins pined a corporeal, forever.
The Endy.
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Written January 4th, 2004
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random, and different...nice
babybug121 -
Yeah experimentally random but that just adds to the humor. Mixed with this is a satire on servile, corporate America. Lots of sudden transitions and shifts on that theme, but the end result is a bizarre picture of guilt and pennance.
Or something like that...
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I'd say "Damn Horus you rock", but I've said it before. Brownie points for the Plink Rocks graffitti. I do so enjoy getting lost in the thoughts your head chews up and spits back out in biting ramblings.
~Jan -
Very interesting
I liked it, though it was a bit long and in an awkward format compared to what I am used to, but that's fine I still liked it.
- sock -
yahahaha!!!!! love the pic. nice poem too. twas a good and a disturbing laugh hahahahahaa..... thanks for entering
~Iris~ -
All the time it spent up in "Ye Featured Box" and it's only got THREE comments? Well, I guess you stunned them, or something.
There is a whole lot hiding in this poem... some of it does not wish to reveal itself to me as yet, but perhaps it will at a later date... lots of interesting references, and despite their randomness, they create quite the interesting story. Neato.
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I know it says humour, but I guess I just don't get it. It's interesting, but a little too random for me to grasp on the first read. Discordian, for that tis good, but not to my liking. I'll have to read another of your works
~Erin Ravenskye
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You have a wonderful imagination. Just what a good writer needs. A fun read. I found myself laughing and re-reading certain passages, but it surely kept my interest. Very interesting write and so very different from the normal writings on this site. I love to discover new and unusal talent. That is a compliment. Thanks for the journey into the life of "Shin Shines". I guess he got his fill in the end. LOL Thank you for sharing your vivid imagination with us.
Lynnette
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lovely loveliest got really lost in sometimes coming up for air but not really bothered about breathing for a while. great to read sometihng that i didnt know and didnt have to follow and that i had never heard before. what a relief just like after you have been to the toilet.i thought my name was going to be in the poem i didnt realise it was going to be on the toilet. i have been falsely coerced into reading this poem. excellent behaviour though i want star billing and bigger letters.and flashing lights
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