"smat" poems
sup
Docter Jedingaling here
with mah shiny PhD
so shiny
but u dont have one and u are whiny
but worry not peep
not everyone is as smat as me
trust me
ima docder
meby one day ull understand
that im smarterer than u
and theres nothn u can do
so just acept that fact
and eat a chezburger
with out a PhD
mines still shinyer than urs
because u dont have one
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
Grat, smat, tack.
my windows are black.
and the raven (that raven)
comes insatiably back
and the windows and caskets
and smallish ash-baskets
(you'd better believe that they know what their task is)
are holding the pieces, the embers, the sound
and hollowing portions we make in the ground
are the sickly embrace;
a dismembering hug
of a small, hump-backed hobo
without heart or a lung.
and his eye-hollows burn
for to end Adam’s race
and so often I wonder
How the fleetest of foot
can’t find the footing
to escape.
have you ever wondered
"what if I died tomorrow"
the earth would still twirl
and seven billion of her people
would never stop to cry.
They didn't even know
that you were alive.
but that's fine.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
sup Dr Jadingaling here
with mah PhD
sayin that docders are
ok
MrDrProffeser Murly is super smat
trust him
he's a docder
and his poems kick ur poems in a
very private spot
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC