Crapture(OR a satirical combination of random poetic Ideas that s**t on you twat asses HO HO)

F**k your s**t, HADOUKEN!

Your s**t is sooooo bad..

                      Audience: HOW BAD IS IT?

It’s a vomitous gelatinous mass catastrophe beyond antibiotics

It’s bateri-viral, infecting weak dicks like syphilis

Forced to roll your own Monroe Clone up a hill and crush your soul,

the two bit Sisyphus

Its mediocre cheese doodled scribbles on high school note pages

 

You can’t run with sages

You just S**t covered monkeys raging with broken pencils locked in cages

I wrote The Gospel according to Truth

I believe in the Lured!

I believe that crawling in the smoke veins of black masses lays evil priests with handfuls of young boy’s asses

I believe, ohhhh I beeeelieve

We all gon' move to the waves of the silver lake and the nasty f****r that rows us

We all gon' groove, raves of the killer who finds religion in our reflection in the toilet and shows us

I found the next Ten Commandments, so f**k Moses

And Heaven will be awarded not to who finished but whoever got closest

And up on high beyond the clouds, clamoring trumpets will play in the soldiers

And God will stop dancing the mambo just long enough to hit a blunt (inhale deep…) and ail all that woes us

And pass the s**t to his left and the devil overthrows us

And I await my chance at the biblical straw to sap the Rapture

I’ll be kicked off by a blood pool left to drool over dream genies in teeny tiny bikinis

I’ll get suntans from scriptures written by imagination and solar sin

And my Golden Pearlescent gates won’t like the blasphemers in

Oh you sorry batch of fuckers!

Even Pandora proposed to pop the top on the bottle before my brilliance burst out

And I rose from flies and roaches, even Satan held my cane while I came in her confused countenance

And I play count the suckers with slugs of subliminal sustenance

So hang off my balls and drink my leftover genius

Talentless twats,

I never knew em.

I’ve spilled more innocent blood than a first menstruation (-say it with me- OHHHHHHHHH!!)

 

Ritualistic romance, roaming Rome in search of "no place like home."

Click heels and find the Monroe the wizard,

Slippery like lizards in Vaseline blizzards.

My words are just tomes of immovable moving musical movements

 

Forgotten.

I get it poppin like electric percussion.

Beats so heavy I give titans concussions.

You send messages to mars that goes

“This dude’s on that dust from Neptune's moons!
He airmailed poems, they flew like enchanted brooms
And we all got high like those kids from dune,

Shai Halud!
and finally the galaxy spoke in tunes like the croon of old jazz bassoons.”

Now, I speak in two tongues.

One is grounded like paint by numbers,
the other,
influenced by universe drugs.

 

 

Author's Note

Blah blah blah, shithole

Reviews

[Robin]

props to poppin' the top of the bottle pandora shook , she giggled as her only box spun the same sobbing violin tune as rome burned , Roman apostlism selling one way tickets through pearly gates , ( you must be this high to take this ride ) take 'em - I found heaven on earth , I tired of their yappin' -

welcome back ..

[Michael of Gilead]

I found this quite refreshing, scribble on my good man.

[roarke]

So, Sam Kineson had a love child eh? Man you gotta let this stuff out.... ya bottle it up and it's a roman candle gone bad.

So I see I've missed the opening ritual, or a come lately at best. so be it. I'm still higher than most of ya here, topographically speaking. Ho Yo.

[Donald Meikle]

Do you really feel this way or are you in this everybody find a way to pissoff a NORMAL where in the world did this a*s hole come from.

[Poetic Beauty]

Aww not this is the true Monroe style that slaps you upside the heads and says wake the f**k up. There are so many lines in here the could be pointed out but that would take a whole page. There is no sugar coating in this piece as there shouldn't be. The last stanza is one of my favorites but there are many other lines as well. Oh how I have missed your unique writing.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

OHHHHHH! minus a couple of H's - what a read ... You will get no argument from me - I am one of the many scribblers and dribblers .. many quotable potable lines - I do not need to point them out they are blatant here - loved this- ohhhhhhhhh!

Chloe

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Ahahahahahaaaaaaa! I've never been beaten with words so badly... and liked it! I was warned about you, but nothing could prepare me for the raw honesty and sweet hilarity with which you write. Gawd, I've miss those that think with ink.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Good to see you're back in this shithole to reap those feckin whiny morons and get some real talent around here again! Biting and deliciously brutal, fantastic!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Hello! Who uses rhymes like Moses, woes us, overthrows us and wordplay like Ritualistic romance, roaming Rome in search of "no place like home." all the while challenging himself to write a stream of consciousness tirade of terror and keep the rigorous rant going just long enough to tire everyone out before the punchline, then telling us all to go f**k ourselves?

I think I'll quit now too.

[?]

OH MY!! Did someone get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?
Wow you got some powerfully intense stuff here E.H.