Poetry competition CLOSED 15th September 2013 11:31pm
WINNER
hemihead (hemi)
hemihead (hemi)
What happened to Jonrot?
i ain't runnin this ish but thanx to everyone for your very flattering entries.
special mention to lb and hemi for their -purely complimentary entries- which are pretty spot on anyway and got a hell of a chuckle out of a sick fuck like me.
good to be back all.............
special mention to lb and hemi for their -purely complimentary entries- which are pretty spot on anyway and got a hell of a chuckle out of a sick fuck like me.
good to be back all.............
Anonymous
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JOHN ROT - WE MISS YOU
John you can see from the poems so many
That you touched our lives in a good way
I think I saw you on TV in Detroit
You were sitting on a bench in front of the Casino
You looked so happy, maybe you won the big prize
I hope that is what happened to you
And that you got the chance of your life
A second chance that is
To make everything go your way
To be happy and not draw nooses
That implies you would rather not walk this earth
Maybe you have taken the road to healing
We all hope that some angel guides you
Of course the angel may not have wings
But will be a messenger of all good things
In other words we wish for you
What we wish for ourselves
Another chance
To redeem our life
Another chance
For you
Be well dear poetic friend
Hope you come back to DUP again!
JOHN ROT - WE MISS YOU
John you can see from the poems so many
That you touched our lives in a good way
I think I saw you on TV in Detroit
You were sitting on a bench in front of the Casino
You looked so happy, maybe you won the big prize
I hope that is what happened to you
And that you got the chance of your life
A second chance that is
To make everything go your way
To be happy and not draw nooses
That implies you would rather not walk this earth
Maybe you have taken the road to healing
We all hope that some angel guides you
Of course the angel may not have wings
But will be a messenger of all good things
In other words we wish for you
What we wish for ourselves
Another chance
To redeem our life
Another chance
For you
Be well dear poetic friend
Hope you come back to DUP again!
Anonymous
“Eating Spirulina and Broccoli in the Guardhouse”
http://www.rawpower.com.au/igimages/IG-300x300/ultimate-green-blend-300x300.jpg
(The Disappearance of John Rot and the Emergence of Concern)
We all missed his encryption,
that classic-diatribe,
the marks of a true hero,
spitting out pieces
of his heart.
Continuously
battered and bruised,
he loved us
with special gifts,
flourished in the cascades
that suddenly went silent.
The grapevine was
drier than a nun’s nasty
on this one,
but his words
revealed the mystery of
the ages.
He ate
spirulina and broccoli
in the guardhouse.
And, it really doesn’t
matter if his hiding,
the binding of freedom,
was a secret or not,
he’s safe now,
back inside
the fold,
the chunk of the universe
he owns for his just reward.
http://www.rawpower.com.au/igimages/IG-300x300/ultimate-green-blend-300x300.jpg
(The Disappearance of John Rot and the Emergence of Concern)
We all missed his encryption,
that classic-diatribe,
the marks of a true hero,
spitting out pieces
of his heart.
Continuously
battered and bruised,
he loved us
with special gifts,
flourished in the cascades
that suddenly went silent.
The grapevine was
drier than a nun’s nasty
on this one,
but his words
revealed the mystery of
the ages.
He ate
spirulina and broccoli
in the guardhouse.
And, it really doesn’t
matter if his hiding,
the binding of freedom,
was a secret or not,
he’s safe now,
back inside
the fold,
the chunk of the universe
he owns for his just reward.
oh he's feeding me dick..
what if i told you
he's
stuffed underneath
my bed
being fed
finger foods
for hire
admired
from the flyers
he's decided
to retire
and feed me dick
i stay choked back
open wide eyed
as he slides inside
and tries to divide
our space
ain't gonna happen
here eat this
rotttt.en
dirty white boy
tell me
i'm your favorite toy
oh the people
are still watching
waiting
anticipating
your return
but not to worry
the jury is
out to lunch
munchin on that
hung
keeping you sprung
strung out
and far from satisfied
i can't see
doin this life
without you .
ummm i have no fucking idea where the hell this just came from lmao. hey rot i'm not even high lol.. don't bite me ..
what if i told you
he's
stuffed underneath
my bed
being fed
finger foods
for hire
admired
from the flyers
he's decided
to retire
and feed me dick
i stay choked back
open wide eyed
as he slides inside
and tries to divide
our space
ain't gonna happen
here eat this
rotttt.en
dirty white boy
tell me
i'm your favorite toy
oh the people
are still watching
waiting
anticipating
your return
but not to worry
the jury is
out to lunch
munchin on that
hung
keeping you sprung
strung out
and far from satisfied
i can't see
doin this life
without you .
ummm i have no fucking idea where the hell this just came from lmao. hey rot i'm not even high lol.. don't bite me ..
The Johnrot Diaries
i know i know not
of this man who wrought
the words of so many
on mescaline and pot
I've heard of him
some said he was caught
the mystery belied
women found him hot
Kenya to Capri
ceaselessly he was sought
little did we know
what perils he had fought
how far away from sanity
his vanity had him brought
rumors circulated in Kazakhstan
one man caused a drought
and way down in Peru
one wrestled shamans and the lot
traversing pirate waters
saving ass from being shot
forced to shit where he made his bed
half quarter was what he got
he somehow escaped and people pried
yet he assured it was naught
they say he's an all rounder
so to believe he was taught
you know him as a poet
his name is Johnrot
i know i know not
of this man who wrought
the words of so many
on mescaline and pot
I've heard of him
some said he was caught
the mystery belied
women found him hot
Kenya to Capri
ceaselessly he was sought
little did we know
what perils he had fought
how far away from sanity
his vanity had him brought
rumors circulated in Kazakhstan
one man caused a drought
and way down in Peru
one wrestled shamans and the lot
traversing pirate waters
saving ass from being shot
forced to shit where he made his bed
half quarter was what he got
he somehow escaped and people pried
yet he assured it was naught
they say he's an all rounder
so to believe he was taught
you know him as a poet
his name is Johnrot
hemihead said:I aint gonna say I know where the man went
but I do know that liquor prices dropped under the litre per cent
and capes wouldn’t sell
and there was a queue to drink in hell
and they didn’t ring the bell at the end of the crisis
and Greece got poorer
and the space shuttle got decommissioned
and the dinosaurs died out 60 million years ago
which cosmically speaking was yesterday
which was exactly the day that johnrot weren’t around
and then there was Ebola
and the Tunguska thing in Russia
and a new superman movie with a bloke who wore a lot of black
which is fucking suspicious
and I’m pretty sure my missus’ pussy got looser by inches
and the cat got knocked up
so fuck knows what's coming
fuck knows what
but I do know that johnrot went missing and shit went sideways
tide went in out in out and it just seemed like it did it angry
and a little bit sidewayser than sideways anyways
seemed like it had something to say
some kind of motherfuckig attitude
and then there was the planets all spinning
venus seemed brighter
some kind of planetary pissed
like it had been snorting something in gas-station rest rooms
on ‘shroom
with you know who
and I don’t know if it means much
but god died and jesus cried and the Koran got shorter by pages and pages
which it hasn’t for ages
and the trees they just seemed sadder badder madder
hell, an elm pulled a knife and threatened my life
could smell johnrot on its breath
but that’s nothing you can test
so fuck knows and who knows and you know and I know
and when he went didn't Egypt go shit-balls
that's one fucking coincidence too many if any
and then there was the solar sun just seemed less fun
seemed like it was burning every one
like they was dying of it crying of it wishing for it
for the johnrot juice
who knows the truth?
just him and me and I saying nothin', see
survival you’d call it
if I had to name it
though I’ll say this
he’s back and that’s that
and now nothing’s amiss.....
{no entry to comp intended}
fucking epic!
but I do know that liquor prices dropped under the litre per cent
and capes wouldn’t sell
and there was a queue to drink in hell
and they didn’t ring the bell at the end of the crisis
and Greece got poorer
and the space shuttle got decommissioned
and the dinosaurs died out 60 million years ago
which cosmically speaking was yesterday
which was exactly the day that johnrot weren’t around
and then there was Ebola
and the Tunguska thing in Russia
and a new superman movie with a bloke who wore a lot of black
which is fucking suspicious
and I’m pretty sure my missus’ pussy got looser by inches
and the cat got knocked up
so fuck knows what's coming
fuck knows what
but I do know that johnrot went missing and shit went sideways
tide went in out in out and it just seemed like it did it angry
and a little bit sidewayser than sideways anyways
seemed like it had something to say
some kind of motherfuckig attitude
and then there was the planets all spinning
venus seemed brighter
some kind of planetary pissed
like it had been snorting something in gas-station rest rooms
on ‘shroom
with you know who
and I don’t know if it means much
but god died and jesus cried and the Koran got shorter by pages and pages
which it hasn’t for ages
and the trees they just seemed sadder badder madder
hell, an elm pulled a knife and threatened my life
could smell johnrot on its breath
but that’s nothing you can test
so fuck knows and who knows and you know and I know
and when he went didn't Egypt go shit-balls
that's one fucking coincidence too many if any
and then there was the solar sun just seemed less fun
seemed like it was burning every one
like they was dying of it crying of it wishing for it
for the johnrot juice
who knows the truth?
just him and me and I saying nothin', see
survival you’d call it
if I had to name it
though I’ll say this
he’s back and that’s that
and now nothing’s amiss.....
{no entry to comp intended}
fucking epic!
