The “Sonnet to Andy if Shakespeare were still alive and hung out with the gheys” sonnet…or the “Sonnet I just lifted from #29 and fucked with it a little bit” sonnet…
When in disgrace with fortune and gay’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast gape,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my tate,
Wishing me like to one more rich with rope,
Featur’d like him, like him with dongs possess’d,
Desiring this man’s fart, and that man’s hole,
With what I most enjoy that hearty beast:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on wees,–and then my gape
(Like to the fart I break of day arising
From poo stained pants) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy juicy love that ass-bang brings
That then I scorn to change my state with queens’.
I wonder whether Jack “Fat Boy” Goff could be enticed across from Mandy’s Pad to show us some of his versification? From what I recall, the man is a towering literary phenomenon. Towering.
Rhetorically speaking,
are there any rules left
besides typing short lines,
that makes a question
a poem?
TW: why35?? Whynot35??
Hey, I learned a new
trick recently. If you just
hit enter after every fifth
space… BAM!… instant free verse
poem!
a very short poem
a
that will be one million dollars please
Leaves have fallen ‘cross the path we once have slaved
Is it long before we catch the break of day
Out in the fields we carry on our broken journey Straight path ahead
All we ask is hope and glory
A voice it cries on through the night
It never dies
Here poisoned rain cuts in through the crimson sky
Out in the fields we carry on the lonely distance Straight path ahead all we ask is no resistance
Have we led ourselves astray
Have we lost the light of day
Can we hear our leaders call
Will we learn we’re one and all
Is no man ever safe
Where soldiers rule
Where soldiers rule
Through sand and rain full moon in sight
There lies our stand on through the night
Out in the fields our leaders call
Straight paths ahead
Soldiers rule this all
Have we led ourselves astray
Have we lost the light of day
Can we hear our leaders call
Will we learn we’re one and all
Is no man ever safe
Where soldiers rule
Where soldiers rule
Where Soldiers Rule
~Riot~
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
[more sonnet-type junk]
GAY PORN COCK OF LIES
How many poems
Must a poet compose
Before you call him a hack?
The answer my friend,
is printed on the net.
The answer is printed on the net.
Irony–realizing you hoisted yourself on your own petard… wait, maybe I should post this on Craigslist instead…
I’m afraid the ides have it.
I shot a man in Reno
Just to steal his pie.
The “Sonnet to Andy if Shakespeare were still alive and hung out with the gheys” sonnet…or the “Sonnet I just lifted from #29 and fucked with it a little bit” sonnet…
When in disgrace with fortune and gay’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast gape,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my tate,
Wishing me like to one more rich with rope,
Featur’d like him, like him with dongs possess’d,
Desiring this man’s fart, and that man’s hole,
With what I most enjoy that hearty beast:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on wees,–and then my gape
(Like to the fart I break of day arising
From poo stained pants) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy juicy love that ass-bang brings
That then I scorn to change my state with queens’.
I wonder whether Jack “Fat Boy” Goff could be enticed across from Mandy’s Pad to show us some of his versification? From what I recall, the man is a towering literary phenomenon. Towering.
Were I a rhetorical
question, do you really
believe I’d be wasting
my time writing stupid
poems?
Yes. I mean, no. I mean….
I’d love to tackle the question of your time constraints, but I’ve got shit to do.
tw: language17
Uncanny!
“May I ask you a rhetorical question?”
This needs to be in a book.
TW: field89…I know it’s not my field, but I didn’t write it. Grrr.
Imagine how startled I was to see (emphasis added):
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to the top
Is this the unholy blog-page?
TW: living69—WTF?
So that’s why you’re around so much today!