poemranker ::Replying

ReplyTo a comment on Rearview mirrors by horus8.

horus815 Aug 2003

Indiscrete (Free shit) by A Hostess ding dong

Some say methinks I'm shit,
Paranoid to fight the, shit
The void that shits,the void who shats,
The void that preys,prays gays-
Gays first tingin the morn,
Because we porn,what those who have gone before Him,have shite.
Don't I fucking bite?
For when we are shit,
Some,He says,must shat,
That invalid wound of being a blind shite,
and for the rest of my shlife,
The megre,insignificant and wretched,
Shit...Our foolish...- Shat
are foolhardy puissant shites,
And precarious fob eachother off as shites,
Whose persona is not just yellow shite,
but also comes in green and black
basically alien shite and nigger shat
Forget their ignorance-through the leviashite,
So is it best,not to be the best, and
just don't give a shite
The distinctive,innate and innocuous,
But just..... No Ordinary shoetry
but some complex motherfuckin' shit
the only thinh hoatile aboet me and
my poetry is my teil mascara.

Sorry, I couldn't hear you.
What did you say? "This place is a zoo"
"Or pass the bag and glue?" or was it
"Have you seen my shoe?"
Or was it more like a "Hey, fuck you too"
?