poemranker ::Replying

ReplyTo a comment on God's Rod (toilet drink poem) by horus8.

horus86 Aug 2002

Yes..yes..and yes, my dark well read fallen accuser. i function more efficiently that way, and the metaphysical jargonic symbols have been seeping from my left nipple ever since the flood of '93'. they locked me up in minnesota and forced me to read the clan of the cave bear series. and now look at me my chitin is cracked and my teeth are all crooked, and my paraphenelia is all borrowed. my forehead is sloped, my beak no longer can play a record, and my hoof is showing signs of seperation from the growth plate, and i have just been notified that tomorrow i turn 28! sedate.sedate!SEDATE! what! no pension?