goodnight irene,i gotta split
you're daddy's got his shotgun loaded
and the porch lights lit.
i could jump the wall
but,daddy'd got his dogs on call
the backdoor ,you say?
daddy's rigged the backdoor,so
no way,jose.
i might be a tinge of yellow
but i prefer my hide intact.
il be in tomorrow when daddy's asleep
for i am nary but a cowardly sheep.

ape ,man ,those hunched savages in between,
young charlie d thought he knew them all.
jane goodall and her chimps.
she thought she knew them all.

where one ends the other begins,reads the title
for a gay *****.

a grandiose stature,a pretty face.
a commendable past,a comfortable present.
you command legions,you may be the leader of the free world.
you've been told and time has shown.
you've never met an adversary who could best you.

but like maggots in a ripened apple,
doubts fester in your mind.
can i be more?

you know of defeat.you have courted her.
years have passed but its vile stench still gets to you.
you possess flaws.you're not a god.
you dont have the answer to all the questions.
you're no god.you're a ******.
"you're one in many."

dull at first but soon shrill,
this thought eats away at you.
you die a man,leave behind a shell.
bones decompose and leave that carrion smell.
but in death have you solved your imperfections?
have you left the legion of men and ascended to Olympus?
you're shrunken carcass tells us all we need.
you died human.you're one in many.

******'s mush and britney's bush-
things that make you cringe.
paul bunyan and ***** hoes-
mouthful of wood.
beieber's twig and a dodo-
nobody has seen them for a long time.
rednecks and squirrels-
store nuts for the long winter.
and **** livestock.
this isnt a poem.this is a slur to all of you that take it up.

a midday *****,an uncalled visitor
your growth i shall stem.
you and me
we redefine being *****
for a midday **** is but one(of seven).
for long have we been in isolation
blurry front butts lead to *******.
you and me,we're a team.
i yank
you spit and roll over
and in pagan unison we thank
the sweet nymph of punaani .

the pig named Tabitha,a sweet,impressionable little pig,
dosent know her quarters,front from hind.
Tabitha has a friend,a wild boar named trent,
tis a wonder how he lasted open season.
tabitha lived with farmer ken,he adored tabitha so.
farmer ken smothered tabitha with his love ,
cause ******* he loved tabitha so.
trent the knave,fed on her indecision and led her astray.
pass the farm and you'll hear farmer ken pine,
cause tabitha dosent know her quarters front from hind.

a fragrant flower will wilt with time.
the moon gives way to the sun.
mountains crumble and the young,
grow hideous with every passing moment.

fickle birds leave land for another
men seek company in sin and lust
it is but the way of the world
to move on and leave what was once
beautiful,a burning memory.

a million men rushed in,
one walked out.
his blade like a red candied lolly.
in his wake ,the silhouette of the grim reaper
has the apocalypse arrived?
if so is this man death himself?
more rushed in,more were swatted like flies
the shogun cowered in fear
the army was in disarray .
out of the chaos walked a mere child,
walked over to the red mist.
pulled out a katana,
tempered from the blood of a god .
swung,popped the mans's head like a pimple.
the child turned to the shogun and said,
'he aint death.he's dead.'

hair colored green and spiked up
crinkled shirt,dried blood stains his uniform
walks like a sloth passing of as a man.
stares at anyone that dares to meet his eyes,
t'was only last week he did the whole school in.
the kids speak in hushed tones around him.
this man beast,powered by a rage unexplained
sets out to ravage another school.
studying is for the weak
he plans to travel the world on the might of his fists.

dame done died,went to hell
evil hag was she
ended up ******* the devils pecker
for a pound'o coke and loose change.

satan walked up ,got his knobs gargled
she was ******* her way through hell.
the devil king,
impressed with the chasm
that was her mouth
replaced lust with her.
now dame is one of the sins.
she gone done us proud.

i took a step back to admire my work.
it was  dawn and the house shone.
wasn't the charlatan sun,was the matches.

the smell of the burnt wood aroused me.
was it the macabre pleasure of becoming despair itself?

i have become a grim reaper,for i have long shed my earthly shackles.
despair as my inexorable presence crushes your very existence.