Weened for greatness, I explore the night
with giant footsteps and vulgar styles
I dance on the face of love and howl at
starving young artists like a bank manager
on the pillows of fat daddy dissonance
Weened for greatness, I finger the bitch
up right with full winded moves of highly
intoxicated denial, and strokes of sheer
genius, condoms and lubricants. My haircut
is moody, as I am weened for greatness
asleep on some other motherfucker's
floor. Waiting in the wings of concrete
hero-less slaughter houses, and wedding
receptions by the trailer pull.
Weened for greatness, I stroll in tight boots
of rare snake skin, and thick belted waist bands.
Where women paint everything oil pastel and
off green. Puddles of vomit and stained ten
thousand dollar dresses by the black TCP car
full. Weened for greatness, I'm on one week, off
the next, I sleep at random intervals mostly
planned to be while your mouth is open.
Weened for greatness, I have no idea how
my clothes get on or off, but I have some idea
where I stole them from.
Weened for greatness, I cook fantastic dishes
of irrelevant bullshit smattered in diced garnishings.
I talk to myself with or without purpose, and
brag of frequent flyer miles, and knowledge
about mixed beverages, and vacuuming fetishes.
Weened for greatness, I'm out to fuck myself blind
Hopefully in front of the biggest herd of sheep, ever.
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Written May 14th, 2004
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Descriptive works, since discriptive isn't a word. After looking at your authors page, your poem made a lot more sense.
Is it a life you like? Or a life you are driven to do? Cheryl -
I believe the word you were looking for Prudence was "descriptive".
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Very discriptive piece of work...well done...thanks for sharing
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Hilarious. Brag about frequent flyer miles. wish i had written that line. juicy
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oh horus I do wonder about you, come home we miss you. love me and the kids
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No, but really, did it make you smile?
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Oh, no!!! The side that belches out " That's right, yoouu skanky sumbitches ! NOW WHAT !?!"
(she says, oh no, moans, oh yeessss)!!!
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wow. i seem to be saying this with a lot of the poems i've read here lol. it's a good thing because i love all the poems where i've said that. oh yea, and thanks for looking at my poem.
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What if I accidentally posted this on Uranus?
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Don't listen to King bongmaster he doesn't know what he is talking about good write I thought it was great very well put good luck in all your other writes
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This was great! I really liked the way you worded everything! I'm glad you decided to post this on AllPoetry for us all to read! Once again, great write! Penn on, my friend!
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I see you're still hard at work chiseling away at the art of piping witless fodder.
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This is really good! Good job
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Damb Dumb
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Yah...da Voodoo Woman she say you're weened for greatness as the Zombie Boy.
Ain't got no feeling
He's the Zombie Boy
He do the deal'in
He dance like Myrna Loy
Listen to his squeal'in
Now THAT is Zombie Joy!
I hope the group appreciates your performance of Superior Weening Capability.
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