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From Dim to Decent
"A musing of unorthodox perhapsities and lack of patience for blatant disregard of common, gutter-trash literature - my work. Solemnty is definite. I'm prompted to finish my glass of Rattan and be done with it. Sincerely, Your Amplified Thoughts That Cower and Grovel Beside You" ~ Silva Damned
With Undue Respect
You complete me, oh, how my heart throbs with that cliche. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Fuck you. Would you like a condom for that hard-on you're waving, sir? Catch a moving train, why don't you. Love? Disgraceful. 'I love you.' is now in the same league as 'I'm sorry.' and 'She only blew me, I swear.' You're about as convincing as a police orifice, you prick. And while you're pissing yourself in your bed tonight remember this, obligated 'love' is treason, and if you step on my property bring some lube 'cause this double-barrel's gonna love you.
It Could Have Been
without STARS
we would
blister
up
and burst
for lack of
a
better
excuse.
Who gives a
FUCK about
STARS
anyways?
Stick your
curious
hand in
the curiouser
FUCKING
hole
and dig your
nails deep,
like your
God
said
to.
Dig, FUCKERS,
dig.
With Undue Respect
You complete me, oh, how my heart throbs with that cliche. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Fuck you. Would you like a condom for that hard-on you're waving, sir? Catch a moving train, why don't you. Love? Disgraceful. 'I love you.' is now in the same league as 'I'm sorry.' and 'She only blew me, I swear.' You're about as convincing as a police orifice, you prick. And while you're pissing yourself in your bed tonight remember this, obligated 'love' is treason, and if you step on my property bring some lube 'cause this double-barrel's gonna love you.
It Could Have Been
without STARS
we would
blister
up
and burst
for lack of
a
better
excuse.
Who gives a
FUCK about
STARS
anyways?
Stick your
curious
hand in
the curiouser
FUCKING
hole
and dig your
nails deep,
like your
God
said
to.
Dig, FUCKERS,
dig.
Published 13th Jun 2011
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13th Jun 2011 9:32am
while I give a fuck about stars,
i give a fuck about this poem even more.
fucking brilliant as fucking stars
it's on my reading list
i give a fuck about this poem even more.
fucking brilliant as fucking stars
it's on my reading list
13th Jun 2011 9:36am
13th Jun 2011 9:42am
13th Jun 2011 9:44am
zzam! though the poem is fantastic, i love the rant best. hell yeah.
(though i also give a fuck about stars)
(though i also give a fuck about stars)
13th Jun 2011 9:53am
Anonymous
13th Jun 2011 9:53am
It has a really creative form...well written! If I had room on my reading list, this would be a must!!!
13th Jun 2011 9:56am
13th Jun 2011 10:14pm
