Undergrindhouse-----presents: Poet-ic Stew ep1
[With ass wigglin' 70's music in the background]
with wicked ire
our femme fatale
the flames of poetic fire
Betwixt those aplenty
who blindly dare
of planting wicked seeds
growing pure evil's brutal snare
Hence be this sick conspiracy
for each and every— to fucking heed
.... SO, it begins...
📣 HEAR YE HEAR YE 📣
One and all !!!
Tonight's the TIME to hear this call
to fight, kill, ravage
and survive my brawl
your bones ☠️ I'll surely dine🍽️
of this poetic deathmatch
are about to find
when I laughingly pick my teeth
with the last standing poet's sinewy spine!
😈 A True Bloodbath Of Epic Proportions!!!!!😈
The only rule that you need know
'cept to win the whole show
Run your ass as fast as you can
grab your chosen weapons
with inky bloody hands!!!!!!
Off to the races as the blood hunt begins
the smell of fear curls my shit-eating grin
My hands grip 'Trusty'- the sawed off shotgun
knives, bombs and various poisonous flotsam
Wearing my vest of cleverly killing aces in the hole.....
I quietly slither to inspect these wordy fools
A grin turned to sin.... full of purest gall
Certain these weakling poets
will make me some killer gruel!!
Yum yum yum, my belly growls
I spy a face that'll soon scream howls
"Trusty" takes down the weakest link
Ohh fuck me, he's disgustingly rank
quicksand'd in fear he froze and slowly sank
as pee flowed down, pooled in his pants
My anger rises....mumbled ramblings slide
"These sorry ass poetic guises,
they certainly have no killing pride!!"
Blood oozes with each hacksaw glide
Poor poet pee'r, turned hors d'oeuvres
makes my mouth water with cannibalistic urge
Before I can taste his non pissy flesh
bullets ring out and I hit the deck
Laying flat on my stomach I see two sets of feet
Trusty is pumped, ready, set to 'speak'
bits of feet and bone fly through the air
a geyser of thick poet blood spews everywhere
An evil laugh rings out as I'm covered in goo
I focus and realize I'm laughing too
Chuckling with myself, insanity is cool!
... shot up feet meat sizzles, seasoning my roux
~Still on the poet bloodhunt~
so be warned be wise
crazy 🤪 poetry is my undying vice
Without a doubt
I'm gonna eventually get ALL of you
you, and you, you, you and
.... stay tuned...
for episode 2
"Crème De La Fou"
Written by Bluevelvete
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