"megadeath" poems
takes about half an hour,
recuperating from
a night of drinking up to 5am...
hmm...
the playlist...
but just about two songs
inject a motivation into me...
Springsteen's born in the u.s.a.
and Megadeath's *symphony
of destruction*...
and so the next day... begins...
with either of these two,
ushers.
p.s. ok ok...
concessions...
fine young cannibals'
she drives me crazy
and Billy Joel's
we didn't start the fire...
perfect *******
props for an impromptu
of jumping out of bed.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
I won't swallow your fantasies
About dying for Old Glory
Nothing they **** for
Will ever accomplish anything
Fighting for the rich
Slaying the weak
Nothing can hide my shame
Funding both sides
In this unjust war
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 7:54 AM UTC
After about fifty years as married wife
the last three fraught with strife
obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife
hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife
at the least severely incapacitated
think pitted, riddled,
and rounced her tortured life.
Ovarian cancer affliction
on par with megadeath
bald pate (color of bleached skull),
and crossbones characterized mortal death
oxygen tank to sustain each measured breath.
Nonetheless her angry spirited accursed
ferocity, ejaculatory, denunciatory burst
expletive and epithet
peppered preponderant rant,
(no kidney you) laced
and dull livered worst
fulmination, exasperation,
(albeit feebly faint)
damnation well versed
lips mouthing implacable thirst
to defy grim reaper uber
lyft driver analogous hearst
jubilation immune to
interrogation and/or humiliation
diatribes interpreted glorification,
remained scythe lent bore
scathing rebukes hurled regarding
her sole son (courtesy
miraculous biological reproduction)
dogged with financial perdition
eased series of unfortunate events narration
blessed nonagenarian widower husband
generous father gave male progeny
eased (his/mine) absolution
availed immense monetary boost,
she (envision banshee)
voiced abhorrent objection
regarding liberal outpouring
triggered her vitriolic remenstration.
Similar with pointed gesticulation,
excoriation, cannibalization, abomination...
against reducing his albatross
yoking penurious defeat
her livid hostility displayed, decried,
****** how Matthew Scott,
(I shoal mussel metaphor
without clamming up, how
said offspring coasts) along easy street,
while she sorely protested (thankfully in vain)
even after succumbing to painful demise,
she vehemently, obstreperously and helplessly
loathes handsome handout
to yours truly forsakes Pete.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC