NINETY9LIVES

Life is too short unless you got a cheat code....

Yo contra! with the up, down, up, down clown left, right, left, right there cooking it up in the kitchen with a snare top chef hat hit a b a b and start on that ninety9lives s**t, creeping like a caterpillar dusted on top of a mushroom, stomping sloppy drunk through the city like Godzilla leaning on towers of Pisa. I'm in your local pasta place with fettuccine wap on my face, kid it's amore!                

I'm like a character from Fargo going off beat like Dave Lombardo. I got fresh Chuckers for you fuckers. 5'9 on the blacktop going in for all your Diddy wop. Catch me at the Swap meet Scooby-Doo socks and yellow yeezy Crocs bumping on my fav5freddy feet. I'm Tony Atlas with the racks up pushing demons off my chest like weights. Sweating out stress like an ulcer. Got me stinking to the point that you can smell my culture like a dead body to a vulture.                       

Third verse rolls up on ya much worse like a decomposing body in a broke down un-ventilated hurst. Cause of death? Combustible cases of wordplay. What can I say, English is my 3rd world language with primitive laws, as I bang my SPAG against the proverbial wall, and as it falls down on the floor and tries to run away, I bash in it's head with so many run-on sentences that it's stuck looped in perpetual motion, like waves crashing in from an over verbed ocean.                          

Finally for f**k alls and zero cares, let me end this with another horish word love affairs. I'm racing bums in wheelchairs down the handicap ramp amped on energy drinks, and to think I use to have a limp that I turned into a pimp, skip to later where you can catch me on the 10 o'clock news sitting on a dumpster with crack fiends in skinny stonewashed jeans mean mugging you, while I'm shotgunning a yoo-hoo and violently eating a suzie Q, as my girl video tapes it all for more views on instagram , fuckbook, and youtube. As you subscribe your likes in her box. She is almost up to a million likes. Man what a ho, Contra yo!

the unknown sith
"I wrote this to distract from the fact that the final act of 2020 is not over, so if your not laughing and sober then god bless you for enduring this hell!"

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I can't interpret this & I can't even begin to write like this, but still, reading writing like this helps me let go of my perfectionist compulsions about writing. I love the part about the third verse & SPAG & stuff. That sums it up. When I first came to the cafe 6 yrs ago, I was anal like the rest of the poetry police after stamping out written perfection for 30+ yrs as a technical writer. After reading poets like you all these years, I've come to wish I could bust outside my dots more than I care about SPAG & stuff. I love your snark, your internal rhymes, your outlandishness. Thank you for peeling a few more layers of my perfectionist onion back & shitting on them (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sam-Stafford]

I didn't expect to like this but did. Witty and flows well.