Unknown Laughter for TristesseA Poem by E.H. Monroeweebop a loo bop a wop zam boomWe interrupt this program for an emergency message from an emergency source of emerging emergencies So do away with the pleasantries and invade like cavities The tragedies are anomalies for animalistic enemies Brevity Short consortiums of converted cannibals Holy roller crusaders spot on like coursing cannonballs Established y’all Contingencies follow me like echoes I didn’t know sheep wore pants! Flashing more a*s than strippers with no class Maybe I should chuck you some cash Cuz in prison that means some bigger dude invaded your stash Maybe it’s not a g swag that makes you walk with a limp but you’re possibly a b***h cuz you were mounted like a gimp Not to mentioned you maintain enough s**t stains on your drawers to make even infants pause “Daddy, why that big boy poop his pants?” Cuz no one ever taught him the difference between being a boy and being a man, See, real men of the world wrote nursery notes that told symbolic stories This is my solemn favorite and documents their fall from glory “Once upon a time, god made copies of copies And after a thousand copies the ink started to get sloppy So all the copies mounted armies and farmed seeds like disease And incestuous design bred retardation amongst the beans Now they all walk alike and even made gangs They have handshakes, and call signs, and medallions that hang The copies made weapons and waged war in their homes And swore the world was theirs to control But what they didn’t know Was no one outside their neighborhood cared If they lived, or died, or survived or were spared Eventually they disappeared and not before too long No one even realized that they were gone.” This The new bible, the stirs of storms and the devils been warned Our weapons are warm and the faithful sing along Written out of history, erasing your s**t story Starting fresh Spring is here Birds Sun Life © 2011 E.H. MonroeFeatured Review
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Added on January 3, 2011Last Updated on January 5, 2011 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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