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ooh, but when you mention cultural violence, go right at the core with schismatic Islam of Iran, you suddenly encounter a ******* turtle-shell in the west, the west just says: we can sacrifice a few slugs rampant in their drunken wisdom - we can have a bomb in Paris... a London pompom craze for Venetian voodoo opening and closing the gateway to hell immediate... we just can't have a freedom of language! we can't have freedom of language! we can master freedom of speech, **** yeah! we can master that for sure... but we're sorta boggled up when we see writing and can't differentiate freedom of language from freedom of speech... esp. given the internet, it's mind-boggling, we're talking the theory of relativity here? i'm with the schismatics of Iran on this one... i'm no Homer... but i can sniff a dog's ******** of appreciation for licking them / saying them that is in full: concerto, rather than some: mm, i'm loving it child molestation: i swear! is swear! Cabaret Voltaire made me do it! they told me to rationalise them into eloquent speech... **** knows who the clown is... you bring him along? so, what, the, **** is, he, doing, in, our audience?! might as well asked the whole of Kremlin to bring their ****** shooting croons to intercept a bogus Basildon sex-text to smoke out the paedophiles of Westminster doing a river dance... but you know... you know... i've seen only three ballets... but you know what i'd really love to see? (pork snout humph snigger)... ballerinas doing the **** goose march... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! i swear you could just tickle those feet up in the air fluttering like butterflies to do, just that.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
Ballerinen Ganstreten
ooh, but when you mention cultural violence, go right at the core with schismatic Islam of Iran, you suddenly encounter a ******* turtle-shell in the west, the west just says: we can sacrifice a few slugs rampant in their drunken wisdom - we can have a bomb in Paris... a London pompom craze for Venetian voodoo opening and closing the gateway to hell immediate... we just can't have a freedom of language! we can't have freedom of language! we can master freedom of speech, **** yeah! we can master that for sure... but we're sorta boggled up when we see writing and can't differentiate freedom of language from freedom of speech... esp. given the internet, it's mind-boggling, we're talking the theory of relativity here? i'm with the schismatics of Iran on this one... i'm no Homer... but i can sniff a dog's ******** of appreciation for licking them / saying them that is in full: concerto, rather than some: mm, i'm loving it child molestation: i swear! is swear! Cabaret Voltaire made me do it! they told me to rationalise them into eloquent speech... **** knows who the clown is... you bring him along? so, what, the, **** is, he, doing, in, our audience?! might as well asked the whole of Kremlin to bring their ****** shooting croons to intercept a bogus Basildon sex-text to smoke out the paedophiles of Westminster doing a river dance... but you know... you know... i've seen only three ballets... but you know what i'd really love to see? (pork snout humph snigger)... ballerinas doing the **** goose march... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! i swear you could just tickle those feet up in the air fluttering like butterflies to do, just that.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
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