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Spuna Vs. Turkeef (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

With the mind of a fish, and the soul of a spoon, Spuna has its sights on every table in America. Scientists scramble to find a counter tactic against this abominable fiend, and Holiday spoiler. Can nothing save us? A cross eyed boy somewhere in Nebraska on a cold after noon in November (Upon receiving orders from his father to murder his trusty pet turkey) decides to hide it up the farm cow's ass. In the morning, his sister goes out to milk the cow, but instead returns with a pail of gravy and a madness in her eyes. Repeating the word "Turkeef" "Turkeef!" "TURKEEF!" "TURKEEF!". Mean while, in outer space, an alien space craft orbits around the earth. Deep in the shiny craft a small group of little grey alien scientists stare at the X rays of a cow/turkey creature mid mutation with wings and a large predatory beak and second stomach. "You know what Chipinka?" says the alien with glasses to the alien in the overalls. "This is going to take the super out of the Super bowl lets keep a close eye on the stock markets."

SupremeDreamer 28-Nov-03/3:46 AM
Who smokes meth again? Just making sure you know.

Whats strange? it makes sense to me, somehow.. love it-utterly enamored by its twisted alienism. Actually? I'm fucking jealouse. But anyone who's anyone knows that.

Ten on turkeef. Spuna smells- and my nigger cat liked it.




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