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My Tomahawk goes up, UP, AND AWAY! (Villanelle) by Jeremi B. Handrinos Bugs Bunny really loved Elmer Fudd.
And after sex came the question.
"Were there chemicals in your SCUD?"
Can you guess my favorite soap sud?
Yep, Mr. Bubbles is germ prevention.
Bugs Bunny scrubbed after Elmer Fudd.
I clicked on the war, and smoked some bud.
Praying for a doritos manifestation.
I then pondered sex with Ashley Judd.
"Were there chemicals in your SCUD?"
That line was late due to masturbation.
No one really ever liked Elmer Fudd.
With a stupid laugh, he was no stud.
A stoned artist's twisted creation.
"Were there chemicals in his SCUD?"
Cucumbers on my eyes, I call for more mud.
But my wait-staff are all in detention.
I pray what's in my mouth just isn't cud.
"Were there chemicals in your SCUD?"
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Posted: March 20, 2003 7:08 PM PST; Last modified: March 20, 2003 7:08 PM PSTWeighted score: 6.05 Overall Rank: 1204 Comments:
friggin hilarious!!! let me get you a lawn chair and we'll nosh on red vines and watch eh?
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If murder were the penalty for bad poetry there would be no poets. Every poet writes a stinker once in a while. Or maybe twice.
Maybe if you could point out some of your more serious stuff to me then? I really enjoyed the few serious ones I found but like you said you have lots of stuff on here. It's kind of hard to shift through it all.
I'm listening to it right now. It's about the eighth time today. I'm going to fucking explode.
P.S. Listen to "Hail Horror Hail" by Sigh. It's fucking ace.
And the voices that compel me to hunt
...To think the unthinkable...
...Commit the unspeakable...
I wait for the dark, weapons at my side
Talons of demons from which you can't hide
I look for prey as the night is falling
I smell their scent, their blood is calling
Beyond all morality into insanity
I plunge my knife in you again and again
Torture your corpse before it's cold
I seek to devour your life and soul
Scream if you want no-one will hear you
All your tears will not save your life
Your dying body will be mine to use
I cut out your weakness with my knife
Through my blood shifts a hate I can't resist
Take my vengeance on your naked corpse
I celebrate your death, (your) life extinguished
Hail Horror Hail!
'Kill for me, just kill for me'
Every dark corner seems to know my name
The voices grow louder in their infamy
Your fear is my pleasure, death just a game
Beyond all morality into insanity
I plunge my knife in you again and again
Torture your corpse before it's cold
I seek to devour your life and soul
Shall I hold your funeral?
Cast petals upon your soft white breasts?
To settle amongst the drying blood
Like all the rest, like all the rest...
The slience of the night shall be your requiem
There'll be only one mourner at your funeral
...I celebrate your death...
...As I lay you to rest...
The blood on my hands is a sign of divinity
I am not a beast, I am a God!
I'll rape your soul like your virginity
Judgement will be done...
Death is what I give, I need to live
To laugh at despair, to smile at grief
Rejoice, I leave you no other choice
I have death's face, the Devil's voice".
I especially am found of the group photo.
Thanks, now I have music to cook to in the morning again,
and something interesting to talk about at my next MENSA meeting.