I feel a slam coming on!
Oh- So you THINK you are helping!
Let’s break that down
T as in testosterone fueled
H as in hairy beast
I as in insanity runs in your family
N as in Naturally if YOU had done it
K as in Bend OVER
FUCK as in I GOT YOUR THINKING RIGHT HERE!
Now why don’t you
Kiss it
Lick it
Rub it
Stick it
into the open and let some sun shine on it
and dry up some of that moldy shit
clogging those pipes.
I mean--it’s a rotten shame
to waste perfectly good material
on a primitive mind.
Get out of your cave--Neanderthal!
Careful now, don’t hurt yourself!
I wouldn’t want you to get a nose bleed.
Because you might get rickets or scurvy
by venturing into uncharted territory.
There is some nasty SHIT
out there.
One thing you have to
remember is to
protect yourself at all times!
Because hairy beasts
tend to congregate
in dark airless places.
And they THINK they
Know
EVERYTHING!
They KNEW THAT before
"you were even out of diapers"
before you learned how to "wipe the snot
out of your nose." They could teach a CLASS
on it. They don’t need DEGREES.
Because they got a degree in LIFE!
Baby
Doll face
Brat face
coochey coo
tootley too
blah blah
siss boom bah
la ti da
La ti dah?
Oh yeah
that was the bitch
you tricked
into believing
the lies that you spin.
Colorful lies
Alluring
Enticing
Dazzling
WAIT--- I need my shades.
WHEW--I can feel one coming on—NOW
that was too close.
Did you see that?
A fucking shooting star
Quick that one--NO-- OVER THERE!
Beautiful
Dangerous
HOT
Too hot for me
And so you see
that’s what I
THINK!
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You and Tommy D are gonna KILL EM at the next poetry slam!
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