Wrinkled lips leak twisted tales in your chiseled space between realities
    The kids all listen to your great advice
Heeding your misanthropic words and singing your praises

       "How right and noble it is to feel so glum and strive to strike down smiles with the tongue
        Ma looks on as the children skin Pa to the bone
         Better to receive than to give"
         They scream in monotone

I sit back and watch transfixed as this transpires
     Thinking on my unforgiven sins and sipping your elixir
       Koolaid from the kitchen served in unwashed broken dishes
        My only desire is for you to finish spinning your stories

     The lies pour forth from the intestines of a sick piglet holed up in the morgue
     You couldn't be real to save your life

Your dead eyes drip crocodile tears into my glass
   I watch it mix slowly and think out loud:
    "You reside in Florida so I guess its appropriate"
  

   But every puddle has it's bottom and your breath is wasted sobbing
      When you're sinking just to try and float
   So if you'll shut the hell up I'll be much more than happy to slit your ******* throat

(              
•
                )





^^^

In the ole days a girl who used her sexuality

to invade the sanctity of life

was called a ****

//

now she's called

A SENSITIVE POET !

especially when she resorts to

a phony and maudlin self - pity

and reveals the deep hatred imbedded

in her un-wholesome life of lies

••

I hear

HELLO POETRY

is going to change its name to

THE ******* **** PAGE

FOR THE EMOTIONALLY INFANTILE

!!

honesty is the best policy

(              
•
      )






                                               ^^^

The old sign
                                                Above the dead dream street        

ancient men gathered

Now
                              You move

Thru the dim lit haze

                 In awe

For the old sign gave you such warning

But you were young and did not heed

••

The bar is closed

As is the hotel up the block

Only a few crack houses show refuge

And the moans of the stale ****** who

are your only comrades

For yours is their game if not their trade

••

You remember your poet days

And how you laughed at the idealistic

Who spoke of mountains and such things

While you spoke of *** and exploits and
The exploitation they so inevitably  bring

The Sign  hangs and creaks as the wind blows
Above the bar that it once called home

THE SIGN !

You can't dare read it again !

You bundle up your years and move along

Everything seems to point at you / laughing heartily

You know it is not really so

But you and reality have long parted ways

••

All there  is  -- such loneliness

The old Sign swaying in the breeze

Is a story in itself

As you are a story in and of yourself

Of a humanity long since faded

Of a life so incomplete

(                                        
•                  
)




              ^^^

•

Crippled  ole gal

Once was a god but he got hired by

HALLIBURTON

as an anti - terrorism consultant

and says he is doing more for humanity  now

And is certainly more loved !

( take that you Liberals )

••

A new law is going thru Congress

giving the states the power to grant

**** licenses

On the grounds that studies show

That women aren't actually harmed by ****

And that men have the right to the pleasure

**** provides them

That is impossible to obtain in any other way

/////

Corporate money is pouring into Washington

As the elites highly favor the bill

••

In other  news

86 poets on HP gleefully wrote of

Killing or maiming ex- lovers

Generating

811 likes and approvals

And many thanking the poet for the great idea

••

360,000 children died in oil wars this week

And 500,000 starved to death

Bringing in a massive world wide response

Of

** HUM
SO WHAT?

That caused god to say

DON'T LOOK AT ME
I WORK FOR HALLIBURTON

•

THIS JUST IN !!

Of those on HP

715 poets got laid today

Resulting in 217 self mutilations by razor blade

4116 screaming ***** fits

3 *******

And ( fortunately ) no pregnancies

( though I know most of you don't know of
the connection between *** and pregnancies
Or between pregnancy and child birth )

••

The level of MISERY AND DESPAIR

Has been upgraded from

INTOLERABLE

to

OH **** / WE 'RE ALL DEAD

///

The poets responded

DEAD ?  Of COURSE WE 'RE DEAD !

WE WERE BORN DEAD !

////

I seen some kid walking with his head down

Thru the rain drenched streets

I tried to catch up with him

But I couldn't and he's gone