I sigh.
I find greater truth
plastered across this toilet wall
than I do in general conversation:
Kathy has a cunt that eats the innocent.
I smile.
While pimping my soul to the highest bidder
words keep attacking me until they exit like piranha crap.
My world is one of compulsion
sewn together by snippets and snatches
and of course that recurring thought of Kathy’s cunt
devouring another innocent fucker.
I sing.
All is blank then all is not.
A contest entry
- what makes you a poet? by Lute.
5200 points, ended January 1, 69 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I loved this!! So much audacity.
Great write, so true, and I believe what makes a poet as you've placed is something beyond in just conversation, And seeing the truth in what others believe to be beyond.
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someone should write a book of quotes
freshly wiped from toilet walls all over the world
excret the phone numbers I guess
imagine the black cover contrast in with the golden letters "Pissoir Wisdom"
I think it would be a best seller
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self-conscious rant by a used car salesman?
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yeah, that was awesome. I see I have some good competition in this contest. I loved the finding greater truth then in general conversation. and the pimping your soul. It really does feel like pimping of the soul sometimes. and sometimes words will try and escape out any orifice they can!
great write, was fun to read!
all my best wishes to you and all those innocent f-ers,
>>>>gaiascully<<<<
(alese)
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I love you David! You have a unique flavor to savor, all your very own, yes...indeed. My only gripe; the visuals. Please! I am now going to have nightmares for months of Sundays! 
Damn if this writ didn't trigger mood swings. Pfffttt...
I gotta go back to your early post and see how you've progressed.
LOL 
Thanks for the entry Love!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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my youngest daughter and i walked into side by side stalls last year on a trip.
she started laughing hysterially- when finished i opened my door and she gestured me into her stall
there on the wall
lindsay,
good luck with your cancer
love,
mom
no need for hallmark when you have rest stop toilets-
i love kathy's cunt here-
love the snippets and snatches right next to the cunt too..
clever writing this - poor guy.
m
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I enjoyed this work, and found it interesting.
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I laughed inwardly. This is familiar to me. People show who they really are when protected by anonymity. It's the original forum, the wall, for people to scribble on.
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another perverse flow of emotions...and i think snippits of snatch are a good thing...who cares if she devours another fucker...once you been had
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Damn its been far too long since I read any of the gold that seems to spew forth from your brain parts!
I found this oddly uplifting the idea of finding a gem in a stall full of...well you know.
'snippets and snatches' is such a great couplet too, no wonder you used it for the title, and 'sewn together' gives the wonderful (and I believe intended) image of a broken whole barely holding up in such a sinking perspective on life.
its both deep and trivial. great write, good to be reading your work again.
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A soul-sinking read. Brilliant and all that crap, of course. Completely depressing.
All anyone around here talks about is the weather. I have permanent, painful indentations in my skull from the vacuum created by dying brain cells.
I've found my name written in the loo a few times. Some of the better moments in school.
"Conversations about the weather are the last refuge of the unimaginative." Oscar Wilde...I quote this a lot. People talk to me less lately. It's lovely.
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You know, this is blunt and not 'pretty & cute' but that's why I think it's bloody brilliant. Cute is for kittens
. I love the way it reads so fluidly. You're being added to my favorites now.
-joan.
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this reads so well you can smell the
innocence eaten
excellent
peace Muddy
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Wow. This is a whole lot short than a lot of the stuff that I read of yours. I liked it though. You can pull off short stuff too. It made me laugh when I read the part about what was written on the bathroom wall. I remember reading things like that on the bathroom wall in highschool. This was fun and creative.
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I like this a lot. I recently read a scribble on a restroom stall that read:
" Jesus loves everyone, but you're a douche bag" ...
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I like the blunt nature of this poem!
Meg
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Kathy, the innocent cock eater,
ravishing quimmy of pure delight,
won't take off her knickers,
without the lack of a light,
you can pummel it and pump it
till your pizzle do flag,
then you'll revisit that John,
Kathy is one mucky slag,
there on the wall, right next to her scribble,
is the number you'll need,
to stop the cock dribble,
10 shots up the arse, three weeks off the nest,
then off to the next stall,
where i've heard Bella fucks best.
Good to see you DP or rather dp
Barb xxx
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Darling
How have you been? I had a dream about you and your sister only the other night. Let her know she needs more oil for that whip. Thank you for extending Kathy's life to near infamy - I found myself needing to itch just reading the comment. -
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Doing well thanks, Kyla came to England a few weeks ago, we had a great time, i'll tell her you were dreaming over her, i think she reserves her whip for her man from Azerbaijan (sp).. hope life is good with you
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my favorite writing I ever saw on the toilet stall wall was
"if you can't speak English, get the fuck out of the country"
under which was written, "Que?"
Who the fuck would bid on your wrinkly old soul? Not me. I'm saving my ducats for kathy's cunt.
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I'm warning you now, Kathy has been around the block a few times.
My favourite bit of graffiti is
CAPTAIN’S LOG
STARDATE 242584
“Beamed down and had a shit!”
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Well, if this is true it might be a good idea to upgrade those you speak with. My favorite bathroom reading said: "US OUT OF NORTH AMERICA, NOW!" This is fun and interesting.
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All wisdom and poetry is to be found on kazi walls and in ancient alley ways that still stink of centuries of piss. That is why it is called the library.
This is why you are a poet,
words keep attacking me until they exit like piranha crap.
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"I'm a worthless piece of shit. That's why I'm here with you."
by Porno poet
R & E's men's room
Yep, snippets of snatches, that about sums it up in my humble opinion. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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The strangest things inspire me, and of course I never know what they'll be, but when they do it's like a light goes on, and off I go.
And yes, amazingly most of the stuff written on toilet walls is closer to the truth of life than ninety ninety percent of what comes out of the mouths of those who would wash it off.
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You know I wasn't going to enter this after reading edP's but eh...I got gamer
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Amazing just the toilet walls you must frequent! Mine only say things like 'I love Buckley' or 'fish fly higher than Collingwood' I think I have spent most of my life at football venues and then only the cruddy ones. Nice job here.
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