johnny-panic
Uzbekistani
John "Johnny Panic" Rockefeller (1926-1962, 1973-present) is the reanimated corpse of Marilyn Monroe reconstituted with ape DNA. He has been included in exactly none textbooks, and actually may not have written any poems. Critics have had this to say about the rising star "Who the fuck are you? Get that microphone out of my face!" / Her poem "Bohemian Rhapsody" was included in the textbook "E-Z Science with Dr. Tom." / His novel "Novel" won an emmy. / He has systematically ruined every one of his relationships with his compulsive lying.
Hey
guys,
i been dating
This girl
On and off
On and off
For several years…
But whenever things get tough
He wants to up and run
So leik
i know we love
Each other
more
Tha nything else
n he saes hes read
To do right by me
But whenever things get tough
She wants to up and run
He says he knows
What he lost when he
Left me
n i love herbut
i am afraid of
Getting hert
So my queshtion is
Should I stay or should I go, now?
Answer in the reactions bellow
Leik srsly
Guys,
i don’t know wat 2 do
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
One time I blew a homeless guy
Thinking he'd share his junk.
Oh, ****
I just got the joke.
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
This club
A beehive of sweaty
Alcoholics
Piercing lights
Nail a headache
Through my skull
I am awkward
Out of place
Pacing through the crowd
Feeling, uhm
Too drunk
Or not drunk enough
Then!
Across the room
A pretty blonde
A determination
To salvage my night
And I’m off
Twenty minutes later:
Handcuffs!
In the back of a cop car.
I’m an artist
You *****
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
Our hands clasped like locks
By a dying sunset sky
Spray of salt
Below the boardwalk
Mists into the air
We held each other
Two desperate people
Underneath the sheets
Light filters through
White lenin sheets
Your kiss
Was the match
That lit a fire inside
One year ago
You said goodbye?
It’s been a long year.
Maybe you could lift
That restraining order?
I stopped smoking crack
Sort of.
Sorry I kissed your mom.
Sorry I killed your dog
Actually,
never mind
on the dog.
Fuck that dog.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
Above our homes
Ephemeral stars dance
Like dying fireflies
Sam and I sat
In the cold
Dizzy, drunk
We talked
About love
About freedom
As frost leapt
from our lungs
“I’ll **** your ****
For ten bucks.”
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
That's sorta
kinda
what I was
getting at.
It doesn't matter
even remotely
if the evidence doesn't match
the conclusion,
because the
Conclusion is
so mouth
-watering.
Which is an
interesting way
to describe the search
for dead people and monsters.
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Yup.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
This one time
Jay and I
went drinking
he broke into a church
as I cheered
him on
He violently attacked
a good friend of ours
Passed out
on the couch
after a fist fight
I vomited a bunch of blood
Buy this poem so I can see a doctor
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
Fighting Super Go time!
Turtles that fly
Friend of the Children
Gamera, ************
The world is an ocean of pain
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
I’m not a poet
I just wanted to know
When the Mickie D’s
On Detroit closes.
Seriously.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC