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Irma Cerrutti Mar 2010
O pulchritudinous, for infinite climaxes
For bilious spasms of pigswill
For puce Popacatepetl pedigrees
Above the perverted pampas!
America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee
And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk, from brothel to gay red—light district

O pulchritudinous, for spaceman bottoms
Whose ****, throbbing tapeworm
A toucan crossing for slipperiness spifflicate
Across the intergalactic space!
America! America! Allah enrich thine ev’ry vice
Reinvigorate thy ****** ******* inside monolithic ectoplasm, thy merrymaking inside pyramid!

O pulchritudinous, for freaks got fat
In disentangling feeding frenzy
Who more than ***** their brothel slobbered over
And velvet glove more than backbone!
America! America! May Allah thy blonde exhaust
Till all rave reviews be disreputableness and ev’ry come superhuman

O pulchritudinous, for chauvinist muscleman
That smells wide of the fourth dimension
Thine lathery brothels lick
Polished using giant armadillo excrement!
America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee
And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk from brothel to gay red—light district
Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2009
Shaurya Pal Jan 2014
Wake up!
You suicidal imbecile,
Before you close your eyes forever.
The Lord questions your existence,
You answer cowardly.


Throw away,
The poison you concocted,
Miseries don't end in a gulp.
The World where change is a desire,
You welcome disappointment.


Give up,
Your pretentious love,
You fancy everything carnal.
Spifflicate the make-believe world,
You're no artist.


Mourn,
For friends lost, love forgotten,
Identity stolen, families abandoned.
The Universe harbors treachery,
You're no survivor.


Don't run,
From which you cannot hide,
Ignorance is not always bliss.
Bury your head in the sand,
You're in denial.


Be fair,
To those who cared,
Whether you're with them or not.
Humanity has no bias,
You're no monster.


Muster,
Your strength for the days to come,
You'll need it to thwart the negativity.
Always a reward for the early bird.
You're no opportunist.


Shove it,
The logic that you impugn,
This inhuman trait of yours.
For someone as rational as you,
You don't make sense.


And when you accept what is real,
Don't forget to tender exact change.
For the Fare share of your sins,
You are solely responsible.


Don't go by my words,
It's just me and my thoughts abound.
For I seek the truth and nothing more.
Where The World relies on seers and oracles,
I'm no soothsayer.

— The End —