digging up some real old shit:
9-22-88
psychotic mumbles jumble
my element obscure
the part of me that waits
and waits for some cure
it's getting stronger
building mazes
I blurt out words
and nonsense phrases
do all rank suffer?
am I just strange?
these thoughts do plague me
and begin to derange
be free my breasts
be free my mind
I want to be me
and never be blind
death is an orgasm
death is a cure
but I don't want it
that's for sure
give me a drug
or let me be free
do you like my thinking
as deep as the sea
now I have taken
the step to the end
I feel so much better
with the universe I blend
That's dedicated to Tom "Fucking RE-TARD" Cruise.
9 comments:
I love it!!! Do I only understand because I too am crazy? Who cares, I love it! You go girl!
Boycott Tom Cruise
Steve, thanks for dropping by. I'll check you link.
Princess, I'm so glad that you like it too. I AM a crazy Hoe.
Sorry, madman, I feel the same way when people talk about 'old' movies from the 70s and 80s. I was born in the 60s, does that make me real old? LOL
Rae Ann. Very pretty piece. I love the staccato word-play... your point is delivered brilliantly.
That was cool! The dedication might have put you on the enemies of scientology list...so, congratulations too! Great post!
i dig
hermes, thanks, wow!
mr g, I don't mind making enemies with scientologists.
mr danger, thanks!
I can't imagine someone truly crazy who can we so rhythmic and rhyming.
Yeah that fucker went from hot to not in like 2.2 seconds of opening his big dumb mouth.
Lois Lane
jen, thanks. that is a really old poem though.
lois, yeah.
gina, you're so wise. Like Yoda, didn't mr danger say that somewhere?
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