"weegie" poems - Hello Poetry

Photography, Photo journalistic, Everyday, realistic. Commercial, architecture, landscape, artistic, Industrial, fashion, ethnographic, pornographic. Big Brother, fallace, stealer of souls, vouyer. News seller, instant gratifier, man pleaser, woman abuser. Barthes, Sontag, Cindy Sherman, Virginia Woolf, Warhol. Weegie, Francesca Woodman, Leibovitz, Adams, Arbus, Tina Modotti, Nan, Evans, Hoffer and even the Paparazzi. Cheap ***** digital manipulator, image poser, Center fold, coupons, Jackie O and Marilyn Monroe. Where did they go: Lifeless paper product, painter's picture mess, C-type, digital archival, Sepia, black and white, hard drive retrival. Image addict, Image taker, Image maker, image seller, image buyer. Newspaper, magazine, graphics and ads, TV, dreams, even the trash. Billboards, subways, phones and buses: Utopia: Surreal, crop, stretched and air brushes. Modern ideal. Surface manipulator. Brain conditioner. Consent manufacturer. Oh Photography, I got you in my eye. A few thousand dollars, A BFA, A critical scholar. Or maybe a nerd, Just boys with toys. Telephoto genitals, with motor drive action. Studio lights, umbrella traction. Oh Photography, You proprietor of obscene. Detailed, de-sensitized. Court ordered, jury analyzed. Click, image, copy, edit, paste, print or post. Myfacespace, twitter, flicker, An internet media overdose. Pry, spy, your friend's friend's acquaintances. Parties, picnics, reunions and shows. Visits, vacation, style, shoes and clothes. Pics, photos, images, jpegs and giffs. Snap shot, portrait, panoramic, Kodak kiss. Exacerbate: Divorce, break-ups, jealousy, envy, love and fears. Devour and captivate society for years. Slaves to Western and Capitalist desires, Destruction of Earth with psychological, monetary empires.

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Jan 11, 2010

Jan 11, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC

blair-butterfield

On Photography

Photography, Photo journalistic, Everyday, realistic. Commercial, architecture, landscape, artistic, Industrial, fashion, ethnographic, pornographic. Big Brother, fallace, stealer of souls, vouyer. News seller, instant gratifier, man pleaser, woman abuser. Barthes, Sontag, Cindy Sherman, Virginia Woolf, Warhol. Weegie, Francesca Woodman, Leibovitz, Adams, Arbus, Tina Modotti, Nan, Evans, Hoffer and even the Paparazzi. Cheap ***** digital manipulator, image poser, Center fold, coupons, Jackie O and Marilyn Monroe. Where did they go: Lifeless paper product, painter's picture mess, C-type, digital archival, Sepia, black and white, hard drive retrival. Image addict, Image taker, Image maker, image seller, image buyer. Newspaper, magazine, graphics and ads, TV, dreams, even the trash. Billboards, subways, phones and buses: Utopia: Surreal, crop, stretched and air brushes. Modern ideal. Surface manipulator. Brain conditioner. Consent manufacturer. Oh Photography, I got you in my eye. A few thousand dollars, A BFA, A critical scholar. Or maybe a nerd, Just boys with toys. Telephoto genitals, with motor drive action. Studio lights, umbrella traction. Oh Photography, You proprietor of obscene. Detailed, de-sensitized. Court ordered, jury analyzed. Click, image, copy, edit, paste, print or post. Myfacespace, twitter, flicker, An internet media overdose. Pry, spy, your friend's friend's acquaintances. Parties, picnics, reunions and shows. Visits, vacation, style, shoes and clothes. Pics, photos, images, jpegs and giffs. Snap shot, portrait, panoramic, Kodak kiss. Exacerbate: Divorce, break-ups, jealousy, envy, love and fears. Devour and captivate society for years. Slaves to Western and Capitalist desires, Destruction of Earth with psychological, monetary empires.

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Faking Bad In anticipation of my Evaluation to be declared Non Compos Mentos I slept under a bridge For three days "Getting into character," But on the morning of My intake interview My hair fell perfectly, I mean I looked like A ******* rock star. College girls on the bus Were giving me their Numbers and my skin, Which I'd purposely sunburnt And caked in the finest filth, Glowed like an Australian Chippendale dancer named Weegie And even the female Assisstant D.A. Who had busted me for vagrancy Waved her ******* from The third story building Of the Courthouse. No matter how much I Tried to speak gibberish Poetry and philosophical Tracts spewed from my mouth. Shuffling past the park I beat eight Grand Masters At chess on move 1 Inadvertently I solved The Phi Epsilom Theorem By kicking stones Into an algorythym. When I arrived they didn't Make me wait at all. My caseworker giggled like A schoolgirl while I told her Each day was like an endless shift In a Chinese fish- gutting Sweatshop and every one of my fellow Employees was motivationalist Richard Simmons. She ungirdled her enormous **** and as they spilled Like fishguts onto the desk She began to howl **** me, **** me, oh **** Me right here in Front of the open window On State Street as everyone Watches me ******* the strongest, Healthiest, smartest, most popular, Well-adjusted man in the world. The rest of the examination was Also a success. But as I left the Mental HealthCenter feeling marvelous I accidentally bumped An old woman with the door: "Watch out you manic-depressive Schizoid with Socially Avoidant Features klutz." -Thomas L. Vaultonburg

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC

outsider-poet-thomas

Faking Bad (Outsider Poetry)

Faking Bad In anticipation of my Evaluation to be declared Non Compos Mentos I slept under a bridge For three days "Getting into character," But on the morning of My intake interview My hair fell perfectly, I mean I looked like A ******* rock star. College girls on the bus Were giving me their Numbers and my skin, Which I'd purposely sunburnt And caked in the finest filth, Glowed like an Australian Chippendale dancer named Weegie And even the female Assisstant D.A. Who had busted me for vagrancy Waved her ******* from The third story building Of the Courthouse. No matter how much I Tried to speak gibberish Poetry and philosophical Tracts spewed from my mouth. Shuffling past the park I beat eight Grand Masters At chess on move 1 Inadvertently I solved The Phi Epsilom Theorem By kicking stones Into an algorythym. When I arrived they didn't Make me wait at all. My caseworker giggled like A schoolgirl while I told her Each day was like an endless shift In a Chinese fish- gutting Sweatshop and every one of my fellow Employees was motivationalist Richard Simmons. She ungirdled her enormous **** and as they spilled Like fishguts onto the desk She began to howl **** me, **** me, oh **** Me right here in Front of the open window On State Street as everyone Watches me ******* the strongest, Healthiest, smartest, most popular, Well-adjusted man in the world. The rest of the examination was Also a success. But as I left the Mental HealthCenter feeling marvelous I accidentally bumped An old woman with the door: "Watch out you manic-depressive Schizoid with Socially Avoidant Features klutz." -Thomas L. Vaultonburg

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Alright Mr. Weegie, Calm the ******* beans, I know it's ******* windy, Just put on some jeans. I can see it on your shoulder, That masssive ******* chip, That makes you think you're sorer, Than a broken ******* hip. That make you think you know, About every ******* thing. "What's that you say? Oh no no no, I'M THE BANTER KING." Your life's the ******* hardest, And your car's the ******* best. Your ****** dump is bigger And better than the rest. OH silly ******* weegie, Just step off your box, They're all the same everywhere, Great ones, bores and ***** This world is not against you, Your city's not the best, It's great I won't refuse you, Just equal to the rest. For it's man and mind that makes a life, Not buildings, blood and steel. And the mind contains the greatest strife, So shut up and eat your meal.

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Oct 27, 2012

Oct 27, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC

greig-m

To the Weegie in the Mess Today

Alright Mr. Weegie, Calm the ******* beans, I know it's ******* windy, Just put on some jeans. I can see it on your shoulder, That masssive ******* chip, That makes you think you're sorer, Than a broken ******* hip. That make you think you know, About every ******* thing. "What's that you say? Oh no no no, I'M THE BANTER KING." Your life's the ******* hardest, And your car's the ******* best. Your ****** dump is bigger And better than the rest. OH silly ******* weegie, Just step off your box, They're all the same everywhere, Great ones, bores and ***** This world is not against you, Your city's not the best, It's great I won't refuse you, Just equal to the rest. For it's man and mind that makes a life, Not buildings, blood and steel. And the mind contains the greatest strife, So shut up and eat your meal.

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