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I Married an Infectious Woman (My Love, 'Futility') (Ode) by SupremeDreamer

Being human is enduring Futility and so I ask in stupidity, "Where o where is my delusions of power that eludes me, in this comic & dire hour?" Mayhaps it lies within the depths of my offensive anal cavern of bodily filth and comedy, where a tiny creature sleeps. At times one can hear its whistling snore, if they dare to endure the odor that follows. Where is the center of my strength? It might be possible that it's my pink pucker who has the ability to clench and emit a whistle along with a pinch of perfume from Hades... Mayhaps this power is in some faith that I can easily begin to acquire if I braved the multitude of beliefs from which one can choose to put their faith 'n then pray that I have chosen "wisely". Mayhaps the power lies within my fleshrod with its sack of seed whose purpose is to supply women with swollen bellies, and the painful sprouting of little curses. Mayhaps I am without any influence other than wicked tools of havoc, various acts of idiocy, and vile seed meant to create more dim tykes to help spread my talent to irritate. I am a man whose house belongs to a woman. Her name, Futility, is not a mere coincidence, especially since I was foolish, having accepted her hand in an expensive ritual of ever-lasting unity. My only course of action as retribution is to have her endure nine months of pregnancy, whereby she gives birth and is soon quite ready to again produce more of my tiny hellish curses. So thus my disease spreads! Leaving me to ask myself in earnest, as would a dunce donning a proper shitwig, this query so queer, "Where o where is my delusions of power that eludes me, in this comic & dire hour?"

SupremeDreamer 30-Mar-04/7:32 PM
He's slacking off.. honestly, it used to be battle after battle, golden wings flapping (a temporary scar which i earned on a few occasions by annoying the general good folk of ranker, but more specifically the dark one from neptune's anus!) debate of serious tone and babble so inane it would puzzle even Jesu himself... it was glorious. But now that winged curse is lazy, resigning himself to quick short spurts such as "bow'ls". It has only fueled my contempt for him and all his kind.. but that will be expressed fully later in a comic series called "Darkie vs. Dunce-Jester!!"

Who knows.. maybe marvel will make it into a fucking movie.




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