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well... between listening to the INFO WARS ban... by the mainstream... and listening to Greig's perfecto    in the hall of the mountain king... and john williams... london symphony orchestra for *the emperor's throne room scene*?             youtube was always my testing alternative to             ****** megastore listening booths... like replacing my ears with a tongue...                i never actually tuned in on youtube, for the indie commentators... i was always there for the music...       listening to these content creators, grovel a penny, like some Oxfam offshoot?    not cool...                      i was always there for the foraging of music...          never the commentaries... who said anything about the commentaries?!                    can't be bothered, won't be bothered, given that i've been doing this scribbling for over 10 years, and hven't been paid a barnado's penny... can't be ******* bothered, mate...         burn in hell; at this point, you don't dictate, and... i don't tell you what you must do...            welcome! free fall! oh no... like my english neighbor, he doesn't tell me when i can or can't light my barbeque...   just so he can hang his washing! **** off!        the only respected violence is that against private property rights... i'd cut his limbs off, and then hang him off in a noose composed of, his ******* tongue, the next time, he tells me i'm to inform him of when i do my next barbeque, prior to him doing his washing... PRIVATE... PROPERTY... RIGHTS... YOU ******* ENGLISH! **** nor king, nor Buckingham Palace janitor! **** OFF! you even know what itchy teeth implies? i beg to differ: you don't want to know, but i'll let you know; it implies a desire to own a pig farm; and we known what the economics of pork looks likes... now apply that in reverse, to hide, cannibalism.
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
DA PURGE IZ 'ERE!
well... between listening to the INFO WARS ban... by the mainstream... and listening to Greig's perfecto    in the hall of the mountain king... and john williams... london symphony orchestra for *the emperor's throne room scene*?             youtube was always my testing alternative to             ****** megastore listening booths... like replacing my ears with a tongue...                i never actually tuned in on youtube, for the indie commentators... i was always there for the music...       listening to these content creators, grovel a penny, like some Oxfam offshoot?    not cool...                      i was always there for the foraging of music...          never the commentaries... who said anything about the commentaries?!                    can't be bothered, won't be bothered, given that i've been doing this scribbling for over 10 years, and hven't been paid a barnado's penny... can't be ******* bothered, mate...         burn in hell; at this point, you don't dictate, and... i don't tell you what you must do...            welcome! free fall! oh no... like my english neighbor, he doesn't tell me when i can or can't light my barbeque...   just so he can hang his washing! **** off!        the only respected violence is that against private property rights... i'd cut his limbs off, and then hang him off in a noose composed of, his ******* tongue, the next time, he tells me i'm to inform him of when i do my next barbeque, prior to him doing his washing... PRIVATE... PROPERTY... RIGHTS... YOU ******* ENGLISH! **** nor king, nor Buckingham Palace janitor! **** OFF! you even know what itchy teeth implies? i beg to differ: you don't want to know, but i'll let you know; it implies a desire to own a pig farm; and we known what the economics of pork looks likes... now apply that in reverse, to hide, cannibalism.
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
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