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f*ckyouoldmenandyourrules (Pimple) by Damien_
yo, Goad, listen up motherf*cker
ima bust your ass without succor
ima make your butt cheeks pucker
take me for some sucker
don't look for obviation
of my rage with citation
of some old rules for the formation
of my words -- it's creation
f*ck you and your castration
of poetry's raw elation
I'll slam you to damnation
all you've got's dry explanation
a boring mindless libration
around a fixed point of reference...
that's just dumb deference
to some dead guy's ideas
of what's right because he was
more read than you, now he's dead so you
make his achievement ground zero
you forget why he's a hero
'cuz he did it all different, broke the old rules
and he'd come back and call you all fools
but all you can do is hassle
go on and build your air castle
your dreams of superiority,
keep on with your delusions
that your mere seniority
holds off our conclusions
about your inferiority
think we're cheering your wit? we
saw your last post, it was sure shitty
how much time engineering that poor ditty
lol after hearing your shit we
all have some confusion
how you're sustaining the illusion
your skill with words is that facile
I think your work's a big passle
of shit, and you're my vassal
you've missed the point you dumb assh*le
poetry's not some theory Bohr writ, see
our energy's not in boxes
quantum states cuz some cock says
no, we're the free radicals
and these are just the first fascicles
of new poetical pinnacles
so f*ck off all you aristocraticals
you'd best stop intruding
on our work with rude sling-
ing of insults, denuding
some poor girl's heartfelt brooding
because she missed some apostrophes
they don't matter! your commentary's just chatter
you don't care if the accrued sting
gives her one fatal last mood swing
just so you can make like you're some Sophocles
if we let you somehow you'd wring
all the joy from this true thing
we call poetry, but now I'm disallowing
so get set to march like deng xiaoping
but you won't end up no president
you'll just be another resident
of the club for washed up oldie hacks
with the rockmages and the zodiacs
what you get for trying to be brainiacs
well done and good luck,
you has-been old f*ck.
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