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My Bob Dillon Moment

Excuse me Mr. Dillon, yes I know that you are chillin',
and I feel that though you tried... You let the world down?
Was it that your voice was too tight, your face Jewish scowl?
Was it that you were too good for sushi and a warm towel?
What was it Bob, I need to know, my cob is gone, my kids
have grown. The deed's been done, the crew-cuts won.

There are thing I know about key lime pie,
and Edie Sedgwick, but Bobby why?
Did you let your country down?
I guess it was their stupid frown,
and how they only love to beat
a pinata clown, too smart, pop art,
flaming fart, everyone get underground,

Look at the zoo... Monkies throw poo
Masturbate, women hate, get drunk
and kick the dog to the moon Alice...
Fuck the hippies, fuck your malice,
and fuck you Goth powdered punks
you cannot write, your tripe is bunk
yeah, I am the fucking devil,
a white intellectual Aaron Nevil.

And Leonard Cohen, another soft crooner
A Canadian version of a straight punky Brewster.
I have a free form most only dream of
I am the word, I am the blood bluff.

Pop art world
I want you now
to know you form
the golden cow
your idol is not
who you knew?
It is only merely
In the dance you do.

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Written January 31st, 2004

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  • myron silver member
    July 24, 2005
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    quirky

    wow what a gr8 poem!
    and such an interesting concept...i like the hatred you portray here and the counter-balance of the humour. it's a fine mix and it makes the poem sing!



    thanks for sharing this excellent, quirky poem.

    all the very best,
    myron.


  • horus8 gold member
    July 30, 2004
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    yeah, it was just a messing around freeverse flex.
    I'm actually very fond of practically everything I put
    down. that's just the nature of the beast. thanks for having me.


  • milkdrop
    July 30, 2004
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    I think that one of the reasons I like this so much is that it conflicts with my views.. it's like a well-thought-out argument in a way, however hasty, in my mind, that is very intriguing. But it's got edge, and I like it-- it's so forceful and bitter that it has almost a sort of sarcastic persuasion to it.. and it is just cool. Especially the last stanza, wrapped it up nicely, and the part about the poo-flinging monkies and masturbation. Gnarly. Thanks for entering my contest.

    ~Hannah~


  • Catressa gold member
    July 26, 2004
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    as always horus you never cease to stun me .. this one ? left me sitting here going wtf ? lol but that is ok , you are entitled to your strange view of the world lol and here i am with rose colored glasses.. people are strange singing .. Catressa


  • February 12, 2004
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    I have just checked my e-mails to find that someone has called my mother a whore and my father a pimping paedophile. Must dash. No yellow clapping man for this one, sorry. You'll be dissing Claire next. Shame. Shame.


  • February 6, 2004
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    What blaspheme.

    I've never been so offended in my life and I may cry and cry

    I love him, if everyone was like him there'd be peace


    Hmmmmm Cohen another soft crooner eh
    How is Dylan's stuff crooning???

    Cohen and Dylan were genius... ohhhhhhhh

    this poem is very sad and teary

    i thought you had taste sir


    Edited on Feb 06, 6:23 p.m. because ''.


  • jenneddin silver member
    February 1, 2004
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    The world is a pasture full of conformists, tit sucking golden cow fuckers..... or something like that... hehe....

    witless yet again....


  • cvillelisa
    February 1, 2004
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    yes. i now see. ciao manhattan and other things here that at first i saw differently. work, work, work, it's all i ever do anymore. but i guess i had been saying i was going to quit this gig.


  • January 31, 2004
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    I found my beer.


  • myrataal silver member
    January 31, 2004
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    Myra sighs, throwing her arms into the air, rolling her eyes like her teenager son ... Bob Dillon? Bob Dylan? Bob Dylon? Whatever ... Thank heavens, "the dance you do" sometimes really is perfect ... but at times like this, I am dumbfounded ... Grrrrrrrr.

    Myra


  • clamchoder
    January 31, 2004
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    Well another perfectly well perfect poem from your fingertips..and i hate you for it....but ooo man did you have to do the jew thing? "your face Jewish scowl?" I'd like to know mr. Expert...what the fuck is a jewish scowl??? Ok well anyways it was still a great poem that i highly admired....great poem choder!!

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