So writing less
and less than before.
As is losing a cressindo
is the score
of the symphonies
rhapsody. Musickally
non talented, has magic
left the air.
Assuming we are
all homeless and
treated by the
dust, reason.
Just completely out
on the dolly I trucked
the word Laureate in on.
Parting furnature with
lasting thoughts of
desire, for a thesourus
or a dictionary for
holistism. The unholy
dead have starved them
selves after dieting on my
quarrel similarly, I may
need to be an action star
to recieve the spirit of
entrepidness again.
Laziness has met the design
of my libido, and I can not
ever imagine being single.
No face to book, unless of
course to reprove prophetering.
And No, seems to be the
one and only world,
I had to be in. Hittin it like an
old cloud with silver linings.
Like slang. Not really having it.
and *******, sexism, troubled
teens, the things of this world
that bother the US Marshals.
Actually begging the President
let me have his job and Joe's car.
What person uses the word
chortle to get through a
chidleish man. Anyways,
heres to thinking of writing
poetry and leaving the under
world to be a monster,...
Anyways!
I so much prefer to not over
write a zeal such as a poets.
Super trusted, trusty,
like an understanding
about cowboys with guns
in hip holsters, working
cattle and brushing
there teeth twice daily.
Yea, there teeth,
some here on the bottom
and not many on the top.
But ya no, not many
people think about tooth
brushes. Teeth brushes
thats like a scratch on
the chalk board with out
finger nails. I'll be the
poety lauretey kind of person
that loves to die young
and get old. Ill be the
most misunderstood
thing on the face of the
earth and have to eat
a ham sandwich or
something. Ill be the kind
of person who just
doesnt get some relationships.
Like, peanut butter and pickle
cereal. Or socks made with
holes in them. ***, sir,...
what are you writing?
Ill say poems, they say you
are not a poet, and Ill say
try some pocket lint to
clone a poodle or something.
Most of the time,
Ill crack a huge smile
and simply pleasure some
one and they will say 'What."
With out a question mark.
Then for some reason
punctuation is a majorly
late subject to emoticons
and dragon lords in
movie scrips. An now, meeting
the reason that I felt no muse was
that I have been laughing out
loud at intellegence as is the
genuis of carisma. Who cares
if Im not smart? Graduating
is such a bore. Gum is not ever
a turn on, and some way watching
people chew it is rude. Comparing
two doves to each other is Darwinism.
Living alone with my mother and
step father is not going to last long.
But serves as the most important
thing to do now. Any of the promises
of reading dedicated poetry is
almost to much favor. Is there a
way to stay the allostatic load
of a perfectly running deisel
engine. Where do poems find
gas? or fuel as sir does say.
And now, what to do with a
wonderful heart. I am pleased to
say that I am almost the King, but
must impress the most boring
people on earth without the
giant panda bear of a
poet that has made me
love this song.
