Unknown Laughter for Tristesse

weebop a loo bop a wop zam boom

We 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

 

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

How could I have failed to comment? Probably was feeling at a loss for words at the time I read it.

Here goes: One of the most powerful post-modern rants I've seen on this forum. I love god's copies getting sloppy and the present incestuous designs man has devolved into. The last beautiful line seemed to slip away down the plug-hole... all too late to save the world.

[luciddreamer]

Oh man, what can I say...I can only hope one day to write like this....bravo...

Peace
Robin

[Crowley]

Started using refillable ink cartridges I think, that s**t never works...lol. This went from pre to post apocalyptic in a down hill roll that I was wishing never stopped. May be the most creative take on the downhill slide of the human condition I have ever read. Bravo ese......unbelievable. and stilll....theres a light.

[Emily B]

wow, oh wow

[roarke]

fun stuff, the world. News briefs and public service announcements just ain't what they used to be. I was looking for the shiny bow on top of this package, but frayed twine works just as good. Your poems are like digging on a Freddy Hubbard jazz improvisation. Keep those messages coming.

[OT]

not only a great read! but one of the best pieces I've read on here, such strong sentiments here that we've all faced, the gang culture, the despairing and non reciprocating society, who absconds from care in fear! brilliant poem!!

[Misty Blue Eyes]

this is one of the BEST poems i have ever read

[G. K. Bostic]

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! It case you missed my point, you have blown me away with this piece. The wisdom and your craft combine to produce a masterpiece. I was really grabbed when I got to the part, “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..." And that you leave us with hope at the ending is glorious!

[Vivek Koshy]

liked the aliterations...even more the deception;
nice.
"Spring is here

Birds

Sun

Life"

happy to find someone alike.