Title(of a) Poem

 
splatbangboom,
ain't any of a nobody
to love skin't'skin in this
imbecile ancient age,
should make haste to join
thy forebearers in 'eternity'
rather than indulge coming
indignities--------no body to hold,
no one to indulge dicks what aint full
mast, as if that's what it means
to be a man in this idiot patriarchal
machoholisit idiotum nitemare
of death of death of the repugnance
of death's cease to exist that everyfcknBody
hides from in pride in God in illusion believed
unto delusion.



eye must be goin'way since it seems ain't
nothing left but heartfailure's mounting/mourning
weariness unto the inevitable anonymous
e t e r n i t y,
(jesus sweetly knot'wit'standing

where wee goin.....nothin'more to say, other than
what-can-ye-do-wit-sucha-dead-to-rights
joke?

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