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Iron Bars and Jerk-Off Jars in the Latest NewYear Style (the "Advent" of 2021 a.d.)
Un
equaled in
the senses plentiful,
grass
be
m o s t w a ys browner on
t h e
otherside of the scythe (held
in the old, dis'awkward manner.
That damned reaper of the damned, (go-
ing about in the damnedest of ways), you
could not help but feel
the glow of eXoneration blinding
and snuffing out the most typical of perditions.
Mind you mind yOur manners here.
To make a faulted impression can become the greatest vanity to entertain,
that of my own saturation and broke'down bridges,
to holy upon holy compounded daily,
always glowing the glint of Gold (as like a rainbow of
preprosterity
coming from the happy old sun,
every Sunday
on some sunray radiating
right here, in the Sunshine State
of bitter, ( or, at least,
bittersweet ),
Order of thee
Day..........
~ O, give us the strength not to fuck it up Again ~
2021jan1st,12:02amdankozakpoom'n'badpxtrr
Published 1st Jan 2021
Author's Note
" No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan, owns death."
~~~ Wm. S. Burroughs ~~~
~~~ Wm. S. Burroughs ~~~
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1st Jan 2021 4:05pm
Happiest of New Years to you , my Dear Friend! You've started off with a bang of kickass, original poetry, which is your trademark signature!
1st Jan 2021 6:59pm
Thank you,m'deah.
Now, if i can get mo'folk beside you, (and those 3.5 others) to read'em, it'd cause a total rebirth of English literature.
Now, if i can get mo'folk beside you, (and those 3.5 others) to read'em, it'd cause a total rebirth of English literature.
