"harelip" poems
a harelipped man walked into a liquor store and walked up to the proprietor and said gimme a bottle of gin.
and the proprietor said to himself "why THIS dumb son of a ***** I'll have some fun with him!"
He said "What kind would you like?"
"You mean theres more than one kind?"
"Yessir theres 3"
"What are they?"
"Hydrogen, Oxygen and Nitrogen"
"Thats right" Said the harelip.
and theres three kinds of turds too.
"What do you mean?"
"Mustard. Custard. AND YOU YOU BIG SACK OF ****
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
inside Elvis’
digital pompadour
there’s a
constitutional oligarchy
and a harelip
and
you watch
from the corner of
your eye
as he scratches
deep inside there
and sniffs at his
fingertips
and
turns to his
girl and says
how it’s
oh so redolent
of the eggs
of silverfish
and that Evel Knievel’s
cologne
was never
so sweet
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC