LITTLE LINEAGE SONG
Some say to wait
is to shit on everything
Some say not much
is worth shooting
besides the balls
of the one who screwed you over
Oh, I know your story...
You live to shoot art in the tchotchkes
with a toothpick in your teeth
I see you in a chalet-shaped steakhouse
built by your dad who stuck his dick
through all those glory holes
DON'T ARGUE WITH THE FUCKER
to a painting
little matters
it's the bedside
of Drowned Time
TO A NARWHAL
You're smart to keep above
the Arctic Circle at all times.
This is where you have it
all over The Dodo.
You live and die
without pain in the ass metaphors.
You even luck out & die swimming,
certainly not hooked up to a respirator
agonized over by relatives
or amateur theologians.
Lucky Snaggle-Toothed Bastard!
All your children are swimming tards
too, who never even return
for therapy, bed, board
or revenge murder.
MOST POETS
A dig
A meal
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE PORN STAR NAMED "SNOWFLAKE?"
She melted one spring
on the lapel
of Johnny Wad
who was wearing
that same funereal
Puerto Rican blue tux
Napoleon Dynamite
wore to the prom.
It's a long story
we've made short
for your attention span.
Friday, October 2, 2009
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