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**** the sunglasses... double ****         dinner... making my father lunch... triple hush hush ****** third....   i might be a drunk...    (burp)                         but i have my obligations; the day doesn't begin with or without a dosage of sleep...          i tango with a sputnik... what?! you know just your random **** sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet home Idaho!               Ghana? **** i misspelled Missishippi....              no, not exactly Family Guy funny, but you know, you spend a night with two Germans tripping on mushrooms, watching American dad... with an Egyptian drinking ***** all quest-west in Amsterdam... and you're not seeking the company of a Puerto Rican hubbly-n-bubbly... touch of flesh...    the night must be pretty entertaining... so that's what you call exfoliating when given into excess... ...      .... .... (the excess pause)... and then shhhhhhhhhhhhhh in a makeshift metaphysical library... literary... yes... (burp)... literate... the sunglasses are working just fine...                    the sun isn't... why do i always sit through the vanilla sky of a sunset, why?! hush darling...           Shakie Shtevens is going to tell you  all about what gives him the Shakes...    shakes? if you drink... hot sweats... one minor posit of a subverted hangover...                   a slap, a punch, a slap once more, oh look, i'm found and bound to sober; getting drunk, and then returning to the leash: well...     covert for: a pristine afternoon. p.s. quasi-headbanging to a meat-head tune... yeah.... Slipknot... what?! no.... MC Hammer! i'm touching jack-shit... look at me... touching... clapping using jazz hands.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
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**** the sunglasses... double ****         dinner... making my father lunch... triple hush hush ****** third....   i might be a drunk...    (burp)                         but i have my obligations; the day doesn't begin with or without a dosage of sleep...          i tango with a sputnik... what?! you know just your random **** sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet home Idaho!               Ghana? **** i misspelled Missishippi....              no, not exactly Family Guy funny, but you know, you spend a night with two Germans tripping on mushrooms, watching American dad... with an Egyptian drinking ***** all quest-west in Amsterdam... and you're not seeking the company of a Puerto Rican hubbly-n-bubbly... touch of flesh...    the night must be pretty entertaining... so that's what you call exfoliating when given into excess... ...      .... .... (the excess pause)... and then shhhhhhhhhhhhhh in a makeshift metaphysical library... literary... yes... (burp)... literate... the sunglasses are working just fine...                    the sun isn't... why do i always sit through the vanilla sky of a sunset, why?! hush darling...           Shakie Shtevens is going to tell you  all about what gives him the Shakes...    shakes? if you drink... hot sweats... one minor posit of a subverted hangover...                   a slap, a punch, a slap once more, oh look, i'm found and bound to sober; getting drunk, and then returning to the leash: well...     covert for: a pristine afternoon. p.s. quasi-headbanging to a meat-head tune... yeah.... Slipknot... what?! no.... MC Hammer! i'm touching jack-shit... look at me... touching... clapping using jazz hands.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
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