excusemeijustshityourpantsA Poem by E.H. Monroehum drum trickery from your favorite perverted fucktwitMixed missives mistake me for mephistophilis. But please, he don’t deserve the breeze from my convoluted dreams, greased with crude oil and a semen sneeze We used to play chess upon the chests of Chernobyl children, duck, duck, f**k em More radioactivity then a radio actively tuning into stations of a demonic Dwight Yokem, poke em’ with a pitchfork, I bring forth a north by north beast Ceased to feast upon the souls of the weak, leak from teeth like lies incomplete Delete All aboard! The horde envelops eternity, eternally expressing exposure to infectious calamity But we still continue to wake up to any day that isn’t Saturday And as time passes us by we age in phases of faces And faze through phrases and aphoristic lameness In the end? We all remain nameless, a blip from a slip up from a flawless fornicating father Our souls ride trains to destinations undetermined, And provided to our passengers are prescriptions for precognition Eventually, we’re going to need to see Eventually We strive to balance life and s**t evenly Even we caress the end of times peacefully And a piece of me wants the end of crimes against humanity Until I realize I’m full of fucked up trickery So the trick from me is a vernacular of hypocrisy So I say knock, knock Who’s present? My presentation of perplexing pleasantries is effervescent It bubbles in venom not seen by the masses All bear witness as the super nova flashes
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2 Reviews Added on May 8, 2014 Last Updated on May 8, 2014 AuthorE.H. Monroehate your f*****g guts, NJAboutS**t eating fuckbag of the crapocalypse. Dystopian Bard and general word rapist. like me here, and i'll kiss you on the face.. http://www.facebook.com/pages/EH-Monroe/226600554032025 Its here .. more..Writing
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