TABOO

      *the dirty thievi...

he did what,*

this post has been

     taken down

by                  the 

            populus

 the immoral majority

Democracy

 

the mob rules,

haha get tae f**k

ya dirtwater drinkers

think on

and 

                 beware,     

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Taboo I read and started thinking about perfume. Yeah, years ago my first perfume bought back duty free from Spain was called Tabu. Quite a strong fragrance. Your words here are strong as well gram. Is someone kicking up a stink of the not so fragrant variety and upsetting you ? Happy Saturday.

Chris

[gram linski]

afternoon Chris hope you are well, can't upset the upsetter, haha, just a rant, as is my want, have a good day, shame about the rugby, boo hoo,

[Chris Shaw]

Now is that a genuine boo hop about the rugby? :)) Have to say we were outclassed. Hope after your little rant you are feeling full of the joys of..... a wet rainy day :))

[gram linski]

the joys of a wet rainy day moisten my roots, make me strong, lol thank f**k I live in Scotland, and the boo hoo was an ironic f**k you, haha,

[Chris Shaw]

Ah this sassanach is smiling at ya. If I was up there I'd water yer whiskey :))

[Chris Shaw]

Ah this sassanach is smiling at ya. If I was up there I'd water yer whiskey :))

[Chris Shaw]

Aw look at that, duplicated just to make sure lol

[gram linski]

does that make it a double, :}

[Chris Shaw]

You could be right there:)

[Eilis]

I didn't do it. That's what my daughter always says when something goes wrong and there's a loud clanging somewhere. I've adopted it as my new catch phrase. Also works for a clanging of the mind.

Honestly, I'm usually the last to know what is taboo, so, I can appreciate the sentiment in this. Whether it is in poetry or the ghost of democracy (my computer just autocorrected to demonocracry, haha, wtf) I am usually walking along blissfully unaware that I'm holding on to a dated or off-limits conception of things. So far, so good, I guess. I expect it will catch up to me one day, though.

The majority is confusing. I don't get it. But, I am a head-in-the-clouds poet at the end of the day, so, my lack of understanding comes as little surprise to me. My solipsistic daydreams are starting to paint me in a weird light-- having conversations with myself is mostly frowned upon, so I'll just leave it at that.

Cool little dialogue here, Gram. Who gets to define what's taboo in the end?

I didn't do it. Ha ha.

[gram linski]

neither did I, haha, and I wasn't even there when it didn't happen, face covered in chocolate fudge, smiling,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah Chris...i remember a girlfriend who wore Tabu all the time...nice fragrance...but back to the poem, gram...sometimes the populus just blindly follows like sheep led to the poison water.
we seem to have a mob of one here in the states right now...and someone needs to punch the bully in the face...he'll run then....
love this poem...
j.

[gram linski]

thanks, j. think yon mad f**k might get another term,