Rhymes With Green

the old mantra goes, reduce, reuse and recycle and
add to that cooperation, community and consensus,
and you have something that conspiracy-minded,
conservative calvinist christians like to a*s-rape
themselves with on a nightly basis,

they are the brides of christ after all, just like the
mormons are on the planet kolob,

it's ironic that eighty-three percent of the angelic
messenger's name deals with stupidity, or not
since we're red-blooded creatures of habit, it's
more poetic and pathetic than anything else,

irony is a poor farmer getting a good year's
worth of crops after years of failure only to have
it flattened by crop circles, alien or otherwise,

whatever the food and manure content the truth
contains, it's like enough to make a strong stomach
turn the hue the environmentally-minded-and-willed are,

and that's the w***e word that wants a new partner to
rhyme with, a spregoo-bactrile case that defies any kind
of reckoning, and she has plenty of partners to play with:
bean, dean, careen, clean, glean, gene, keen, lean, mean,
peen, queen, seen, scene, spleen, sheen, teen, convene,
intervene, ween, zine, between, unseen, unclean, obscene,
benzene, styrene, polyethylene and a plethora of others
that are currently missing since she burned her little
book of horrors,

and to engage in that kind of lifestyle, one needs to believe
in some cosmic, kolob-kind-of fantasy, minus the sacramental
part of course,

and if all was connected together by some kind of
quasi-religious theme, where abstinence meets up
with conservation and has a menage a trois with
self-preservation, but that in no way matches up
with reality, a kind-of misinformed, possibly
deranged idealism that only occurs once every
generation or so, and there is no word for that,
so one should be made up and it is
monkeyballtimezine,
which is a clusterfuck four-way of verbal psychosis
combining the unrelated concepts of monkey, ball,
time and magazine into one b*****d child of
catastrophic elegance,

imagine a monkey f*****g a football on the cover
of time magazine,

talk about a more demented image than a divine dick
spurting seeds into the night sky to make the stars,
since we are the stuff of stars after all,

as he finalizes this piece of prello and spregoo that
even doctor-ordered, prescription strength bactrile
could not counteract, a bunch of self-important
talking heads bobble as the disinterested teenagers
think about ipods, chair-rocking and generally being
someplace else, a thought occurs to him, one about
how this idiotic generation will produce an even more
idiotic generation, up and past the prediction Mike Judge
made once upon a time, rather prophetically in fact,

and as this segment of clusterfuckoslavia couldn't
get anymore inbred that it already is, the stage presentation
became a furry demonstration minus the actual yiffing,
so mentally grating and intellectually crushing was it that
a visit to the farm called angola prison might be less
depressing, certainly less so than a canned speech
by earl pomeroy on fire safety to a group of mixed students,

a monkey f*****g a football on the cover of time magazine
might be more enthralling than the current fiasco,

no wonder rational people find green paper to be worthless,
as our promises of being environmentally friendly already are

barf bag anyone?

Reviews

[roarke]

ok, let me see if I get this straight.... the convention you're attending was mandatory and your drink comps didn't last long enough....

As for the monkey and the football image... now I gotta use bleach for eye/mind drops.

You said Mormons....hahaahha

Sentient humanoid life has been on this planet in cycles for millions of years, so the irony is, this too shall pass.......