Fear of Garbage
on Prometheus sang for vultures by horus8
5 Mar 2003, 3:50 PM
i like this sort of thing. paranoid, evasive and bitter. 8
Have you seen him dressed in gray? When he looks so very gay? And he minces all around, while he dances to the sound, have you seen him dressed in gray?
Yes.
"I'm glad you metioned the content because I want to get that out of
the way early. This isn't about God and Satan as dieties or religious
figures. Rather it's about "good" and "bad." One
way I was taking it was the idea that good behavior doesn't attract
much attention. I actually had one of my classmates from highschool
in mind. He was a "good kid" and all through high school he
was B/C average. Three days before graduation he ran himself into a
tree in the car his parents had bought him as a graduation present.
He lived through it even though he hadn't meant to. When I asked him
why he did it he said "To be remembered." To be honest, I
think it worked." by the way this is profound, thanks, i understand now. Sorry about earlier my brain is acting up again.
Hmmm... I wrote something simular in a poem not too long ago.
http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j
Don't suck angry black cock.
"1) I'm Asian. Not a wigger."
Dude, bro, holmes - you have any idea how funny that is??
thanks. i'm always curious about why some people find this one appealing.
THEN SHE POOFS INTO A VAMPYRE AND FLYS AWAY FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP (RIGHT???)
Clean heat.
Did you see the chigger on crank yankers? Now that was hilarious.
Don't listen to horus he is in a dark mood and truly too isolated to have any valid opinion, between you and me i think he's jealous.
Well, well. I am not a man. I never was. And as for shame? Shame on you. This reminds me of the day i over heard Ebola and AIDS having a detailed conversation during happy hour at the tgi friday's down the way a bit. and i quote
AIDS - what do you mean they have a new cocktail?
EBOLA - I'M SICK OF THIS FANCY SHIT FOR FUCK'S SAKE I JUST WANT A BLOODY MARY.
(BUBONIC PLAGUE COMES IN AND SITS NEXT TO THEM)
PLAGUE- (TO THE OTHERS) HEY FELLOWS (TO BARTENDER)
GIVE ME A BLACK RUSSIAN.
aids and ebola JUST LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER AND LAUGH.
Settle, i have more shame then the lead singer of great white without his favorite bandana.
yes:
dodos. hawks. pigeons.
no:
peacocks. chickens. dinosaurs.
You're no poet you're just a man without shame.
Don't get me wrong. I like it really, you have woven a finely crafted tale of superb stereotyping and thought provoking inuendo's but in actuality I don't believe that you have the inside lane on what these people have went through. Which leaves a bit of a silly taste in my mouth. Now, obviously i don't believe you to be a chigger on any level. don't be ridiculous. i'm just stating my opinion. i'm not one of these poets bent on explaining pointless rhyme explanations or pentametor. I am not one to argue Neoclassic from Romantic or imitation to intentional fallacy. I consider most poets at six having the ability to rhyme in some creative way, thus it's like math professors discussing simple arithmitic so, point being, when you came over to my poem and started talking rhyme gibberish and all of this other simpleton rubbish i was a bit perturbed, that is all. Poetry is hardly about rhyming. It is an art form used by god's to create entire galaxies. it is magical and should not be taken lightly by dentists or asians anywhere lest they go blind and mad. When you can write a Roman A` Clef get back to me. Durt or God of death or betty or whoever. What i know is people, and you knew very few of the people you presented here in this tale even remotely (maybe one). This is all my opinion, and i am entitled to it. What i am saying in all 'tenses possible' is don't come shit on my yard and not expect me to piss on your fence.
"From above, the mechanic rhythm
Of another's ecstacy,
As empty as the one below.
The old man, to be young again,
Takes pleasure in the act,
While the woman
Underneath
Prays for its end.
Her prayer is answered
With a gasp and a shudder,
As the squeaks decrescendo
To a soft pianissimo" this forced a giggle though. through clenched perfect teeth of course, the squeek of the fecund.
High school was tough for me, too. I really liked your poeme a lot, and found it very moving. Don't listen to immature loin bags like horus8 - just keep writing what you feel inside and tell others to shit off. Just be true to yourself. I have contemplated sewercide myself, usually when I'm feeling a bit depressed. I'd love to hear your comments on my poeme:
http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j
these could be turned into successful song lyrics... :-)
wonderful