your
world crashed unto my ocean's depths thrashing
in wretched luminosity's mediocrity floundering
to breathe in your obscenities, objectionable
metaphor's intended pity greetings
at irony's gate of inconclusive apathy, hypocrisy's
baptism in chanted pretense wiped
your feet on welcome's mockery mat, shut
your own door as the house of cards played a
familiar sing-song of Pharisaism's pretended pious, ace
up the sleeve in blowhard's pontificating pretentious
poohed in double entendre's denial fatalistic
frippery of academic gloss threatens
to reveal stretch marks in your platitudes, imbecilic
renderings of verbal surreality
shoe size hardly fits your mouthpiece's blitz, betray
intentions of a p***y-whipped obviosity mastery
of bated self-stimulation started bolting when
the gag ball was bitten too hard on, solitaire
sighs pouts and twiddles its thumbs in
a bout of truculence awaiting the arrival of
a new deck to replace the one whose
kings and knaves are glued together, cocky
as the king of spades when
you force your own hand cash
in your chips at the door when
you call someone's bluff, one
had better come up trumps a
few cards short of a dick, there's
always a joker in the pack plastic-coated
poster boy of free speech in
a world drowning in the bubbles of
misguided semen shot down, in
a quest for diction in direction double
meanings split like horny atoms in
a triple-X divorce orgies
of misogynistic linguistics, are
just a left-handed mouse click away
ok, my cranky pants pulled up to my neck... "stupid people never "get over it" because "it" is stuck up their arse so far they can't see beyond their own egos... or is that "dongs", but I digress... er...
Ok you two "bad arse peoples" I think each lines points to his "master... fingers selfie" while dreaming for being "gods gift to , well, himself!!! cause noone else will have him, even as those well know seconds... Oh I can prettry cranky when my pants are drawn up to my neck...
Frieda, Steve, you rock and roll and this poem is sooooo damn irreverant that I heard this was why religion was invented.. here is just one (minor) example: "orgies of misogynistic linguistics,
are just a left-handed mouse click away
unfairly arranged split strong suits
results in polyester cartooned burbles" Hot Damn, nothing more to say.. end of story... I love the both of you MUCHLY which is hard to do with cranky pants on you know, so cut me a break for not reviewing this poem earlier...
lastly though, and in all seriousness... honest.... can I get a hollar lulla, praise da jesus with a "a few cards short of a dick,"... amen please!!! This last amen is for all the "D"heads who think they're intelligent... ~~~ red(hashiscrankyassvindictivepantson)zone
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
If I could stop laughing I'd respond to this, your review is muchly more entertaining than the poem... read moreIf I could stop laughing I'd respond to this, your review is muchly more entertaining than the poem. haha.....just the image of those crankypants pulled up high...get over it Curt. Thanks so much, you made my night sweet man!! MWAH! xo :)
10 Years Ago
LOL You have officially cracked me up my friend....I'm really not sure how to follow that up except .. read moreLOL You have officially cracked me up my friend....I'm really not sure how to follow that up except to to say how glad I am that our shameless foray into irreverence resonated to deeply with you...boy did we hit a nerve ;) Most of the lines you have cited here came courtesy of Frieda, including the 'amen' line haha Her cheeriness is infectious as you can see...and I'll probably get the evil eye from Mrs.R for saying that, but I'm sure she'll be fine ;) I'll leave the rest to her, I'm sure she'll be highly entertained by and appreciative of your most enthusiastic review...thank you my friend :)
Even if this attempt was dictated by colour cards denoting randomness of the players involved. It is fun and full of vibrant energy. It brought back to me that concept of nuance. Do things becuase they just are what you think . I am way to cerebral at times and fail to let go. This is the opposite. It sounds good and it is what It means. Some cling to rules and moods and what should and shouldn't while this offering is one that invites you to open up. Fitting for a Friday as well .
For all those squarepushers trapped in concpetualities get a load of this
Holy Rene, love that! ' For all those squarepushers trapped in concpetualities get a load of this'!!.. read moreHoly Rene, love that! ' For all those squarepushers trapped in concpetualities get a load of this'!!
Thanks muchly, just a perfect review.
10 Years Ago
I do have my moments great stuff Frieda and co. if this stuff was compressed into pill i'd take it
10 Years Ago
HA HA you crack me up Rene!! Don't forget Steve, he had his grimy hands in this one too...
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..