I drunk wrote/posted this on myspace and almost got fired for it. Come to think of it, I probably did get fired for it, they just waited 6 months.



With my wits about me I submit.

So much time in the ground, and I'll still promise to die on the vine. I don't get you. I spit sickness and you don't understand.

I surrender with my liver on a stick and you gently wave back "hello."

I have sex with survivors and make "help" sound like "hello."

Alone in a room full of my friends I can't figure out how to genuinely say "hello."

With syrup on my lips and a saltine on my tongue, I whistle where you're going to walk. I can't make you hear me. The visible wind pretends I'm not there, leaving me to work with the shady undercurrents and the unpredictable updrafts. I scream about my murder and it lifts your skirt up just a little. I'm leaving zephyrs where there should have been tornados.

You're wrong and this why:

1. The vast majority of monkies live in Africa, Asia and South America. I 've never been to any of those continents.

2. The few monkies that live outside of those continents live in zoos, labs or with private monkey owners.

3. I have never fucked a monkey.

4. I've never broken into a zoo, nor been left alone by a private owner with a monkey. I've also never been to a lab that openly experimented on monkies.

5. Even if I had met a monkey, the chances of that monkey being a female are at least diminished by 50%

6. Of the few monkies in the United States, the odds of me coming across and copulating with a female, left-handed monkey on her period incubating a new virus derived from drinking 2 ounces of bull semen is nigh impossible.

7. It just didn't happen.

This comes from somewhere else and I've never lied about it.

Guests arriving late in the first act still lamenting their working day. A stagehand stumbles, hands me a bottle of Tanqueray. I grieve the same way I did when I forgot dead friends' names. Lights dim, applause. The labored speech seems to punctuate an ill-practiced pause. Barely audible monologues might as well be eulogies. I count scrapes covered with gaffer's tape to stifle my disbelief. The director thumbs his temples as the scene disembles. The star left her mask in a long black car but remembered the mini bar. I miss my cue as I contemplate the cracks by the sound booth. I wonder just which one I'd have to follow to find you. Someone is dropping ashes and ice cubes from the flyloft. I await acrobatics as I curse the radio static. Must be a survival tactic for frantic Romantics. Curtain call - written off as a parlor trick. There's only so many sums that can come out of nothings and ones.

a knee like a brick wall
like the surface of the victoria and albert museum

The Code is Almighty wrote:I drunk wrote/posted this on myspace and almost got fired for it. Come to think of it, I probably did get fired for it, they just waited 6 months.



With my wits about me I submit.

So much time in the ground, and I'll still promise to die on the vine. I don't get you. I spit sickness and you don't understand.

I surrender with my liver on a stick and you gently wave back "hello."

I have sex with survivors and make "help" sound like "hello."

Alone in a room full of my friends I can't figure out how to genuinely say "hello."

With syrup on my lips and a saltine on my tongue, I whistle where you're going to walk. I can't make you hear me. The visible wind pretends I'm not there, leaving me to work with the shady undercurrents and the unpredictable updrafts. I scream about my murder and it lifts your skirt up just a little. I'm leaving zephyrs where there should have been tornados.

You're wrong and this why:

1. The vast majority of monkies live in Africa, Asia and South America. I 've never been to any of those continents.

2. The few monkies that live outside of those continents live in zoos, labs or with private monkey owners.

3. I have never fucked a monkey.

4. I've never broken into a zoo, nor been left alone by a private owner with a monkey. I've also never been to a lab that openly experimented on monkies.

5. Even if I had met a monkey, the chances of that monkey being a female are at least diminished by 50%

6. Of the few monkies in the United States, the odds of me coming across and copulating with a female, left-handed monkey on her period incubating a new virus derived from drinking 2 ounces of bull semen is nigh impossible.

7. It just didn't happen.

This comes from somewhere else and I've never lied about it.

they probably fired you for being drunk at work and posting shit on myspace, and not for posting drunk shit on myspace.

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grow up, the both of youns.


& post some more pussyass poetry already

srsly

The Code is Almighty wrote:...

wow. overboard. dude, it was a joke you pretty much set up. it was no critique on what you posted on yer fuckin' myspace, like i give a good goddamn. please apologize.

p.s.- call me insecure...never had a joke at your expense?

rashiedgarrison wrote:a knee like a brick wall
like the surface of the victoria and albert museum

You've been shot in the knee?

That blows.