Oh Walter, if you pimp me I'll stay.
So that I can describe, yet another,
illiterate fuck in my life, and his
boring life of drugs, whores, and etc.
to the world, but it's your bananna
Walter, I missed the most. Right after
I had sex with a flash light, and who
knows how many other fence posts,
and shiny car bumpers. I thought about
you, and your bananna Walter. So
I wrote some stuff about some pretty
smells, and some poetic textures,
and a little death, and some snake crap,
and a bunch of other neither here, nor
there bull-shit. Making sure to put parts
of it in a foreign language to pass
myself off as being educated and
cultured. And then, by avoiding putting
anything realistically poignant in it?
I ate your bananna, and choked to death.
Oh Walter, when you Waltz? Entire burned
down villages of indigenous indians
rise from the dead, and wide yawn.
Please ex-fix-i-ate me again with
your bananna, and let's shove Easter
eggs up our asses until immigration
folds up our underwear and says adios.
Because, unlike me? They aren't interested
in your bananna, or Easter at all Walter...
Oh Walter, Walter, Oh Walter, Oh.
I'm a trend setting poet, but no Ho.
Author notes
Written January 10th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- ----- by Yemassee.
346 points, ended September 25, 2004, 44 entries
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this is way too good to be in a crappy poem contest, i'm sorry, but i think you lost, bad
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Well I'm not sure if you're teaching us as Plink says (not sure anyone is capable of learning--except maybe learning not to learn) but it was an interesting bit of irony, and hopefully readers understand that. We tend to stay in situations that are lousy, because, as rotten as they are, it is all that we know. Therefore, Mom stays with Walter, and yes, at times she even enjoys the nonsense that she goes through. After-all, in her mind, that is all she is good for. It is a tough world that she lives in and it requires a tough response--and you've done that. This isn't a bad poem at all but I'm still glad you entered it in my contest.
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it was worth reading this poem just to read sapos comments. now if only you can get more comments like these.loved the way it was all in earnest capital letters and one great big sentence of upsettedness. cute. when are you ever going to get out of here and be famous? you grace us with your presence oh master of etymology. take all the words and get out of here as fast as you can before we infect you. its nice of you to try to teach us things.
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The word play on this was very clever and that's what made me like it, this is funny. haha. yeah. good write. u acomplished what u wanted with this one. yeah ill definetly read more by u after that one.
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Why would you offend me? First off Sapo, You're not imaginative to understand what I'm talking about in this poem Sapo because I'm not a woman. But because my poem convinced you that I was? Is really why I wrote it. It's called a chick with dick. lol. In other words you just got conned.
Edited on Jan 12, 7:38 p.m. because ''. -
NOT WORTH READING
i'M SORRY BUT IN MY OPINION THIS PIECE WASN'T VERY GOOD. tO ME IT SEEMED LIKE IT WAS JUST A BUNCH OF CRAP YOU WROTE DOWN THINKIN YOU CAN MAKE ANYTHING BE A POEM. IN MY OPINION THIS IS NOT POETRY BUT MORE LIKE THE RANDOM WRITINGS OF A BORED HORNEY CHICK. SORRY I HONESTLY DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND YOU. THIS IS JUST HOW I FEEL. -
great
the best way to live with a lousy situation is to find humor in it
you sound like you'll be okay in the end -
Morrison Mouth
Your mother talking to her boyfriend eh?
Could also be interpretated as a indictment against poorly done erotica (or poetry in general) ... the old using the bomb against the bomb factory trick.
But then again, if your mother talked like this then she may be one hell of a mother, but she certainly rocks in voicing her opinion through the mouth of Morrison death-cult satire....maybe she channels him, I don't know.
Frankly, like immigration, I'm not really interested in Walter or his banana, but your mother's incarnation has my attention. Her words, your words, a symbiotic blend - who cares? Bring it on Pilgrim because this frankly is like watching the 'Stones - it truly rocks! -
BANG! BOOM! Rotten fruit peeled, exposed and exploded. Didn't care to much for Walter, eh? Got it.
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This is a poem I wrote about my mother talking to her idiot drug smuggling meth head boyfriend. It's highly volatile.
Edited on Jan 11, 2:07 p.m. because 'edited by AnnD Moderator to remove profanity'.
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