Bureaucracy Stuff & the CGI Poo Poo

 

If you hear me pronounce funky 3 times
it’s because I ordered Domino’s Pizza.
My Coca-Cola thoughts taste like a nasty drum.
I just took a loaded poo, poo, on a train station.
Web relationships gone CGI,
please control your chances by long difficult vasectomy.

Show the talented Aphrodite a good time,
make sure your forehead displays copyright.
Pass the bud brownies while dancing to button lounge memoir.

The Djs figure is basically looking at a tangled terribly dashiki.
Entertainment assholes influenced by Steve urkel,
the ceiling soul
the power stuff
Articles heavily expose side sensors,
bureaucracy postscripts & Gluck code penetration.

I dropped my muse
as bar C person sound Killer.
Cassette videos cut two states, a note-worthy triple sandwich.

The original fun also break-beats –
watch Carlton banks get his swagger on.
Don’t get yourself too drunk on whiskey it would just be inappropriate.

 

 

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Technology Consumerism Nightmare

 

Friends & Family always glued to their screens
like a Wall-E movie version already foreseen.
Ignoring the ones closes to you, ignoring nature
this planet doomed because of mankind’s failure.
Consumerism has torn us away from reality
look around you, boredom feasts on triviality.
Nobody ever verbally communicates anymore
face to face interaction a useless sham whore.
Entertainment keeps our brains fucken polluted
Avoidance from the world, label me excluded.
I’m hurt deep inside; death is my only care
a shattered hope trembling in complete scare.

 

 

 

This poem was written from my own personal experiences of dealing
with an everyday watching people, friends, family members glued to their phones,
and not bothering even caring to start a verbal conversation. This is based on true events that I go through everyday. If you are someone that goes through this or just observes how the majority of people abuse their cellphone usage. Then I am not alone.

 

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Melancholy Repeats the Dark Void

 

I know what it feels like to not belong.
Society and I never really got along.
People always judge me because I’m different
Maybe their right at least I’m not a fucken ignorant.
The flash-backs of my past drown me in pain
Tomorrow’s desolation repeats itself again.
My memory as a child triggers depression.
A gun to my head signals my frustration.
So vulnerable, weak, I fell into a nervous breakdown.
Melancholy darkens the void, heartache total meltdown.
Every single day my father scorns me to a point of nothing.
If I can achieve the impossible it’s worth luck to something.
I have to live with PTSD for the rest of my eternal life.
I should have ended before with a sharp clean knife.

 

 

 

This poem was reflecting the past of me being bullied and being humiliated.

It sucks what some of us go through in life. We have each other, friends, family, and loved ones. Give each other a hug and smile. Life is beautiful and precious.

 

 

 

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Sexy Empty / Idiot Cloud

 

Besides the glance, born witches
grieving over peaceful strange road,

You grind backwards in a fast motion paste.
Colorful tombs violate sinister dreamscape.

Dig up the goats’ sexy idiot cloud.
Absorb what is alive,
tell the queens to empty regret.

You fog among the splintering fool.
A minute rattles your garden.

Velleity oxygen slumps unanswered.
Cloven dichotomy disowns madness.

Preserve the 3 circles on your chest.
Dip your fingers inside & invite the mountain corpse.

 

 

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The Judgment of San Jose Said – (A Cut Up Poem)

 

Guns so angry with no agenda
which they replied: Another shitty scheme,
this is turning me off.

Johnny the listener can I please have your attention.
Re-align the system –
audio snippets, audio anarchy.
It’s been seven years ago
since I’ve created: “The Judgment of San Jose Said.”

Five hours permits mankind
to find the music they don’t want you to hear.
All control & No sore.
A harmonica advances
from the blue skit-oyster.

No I, make play them all drink insane.
The Dj coffin is at its full metal stuff.
The amphibian phones taste the ticket goo.

According to sendy-ape,
my super cool insides
must thrill a crowd theory.
Funky town delays oblivion –
in ten seconds I’ll form
a rhymist chromosome night.

Cows slave the password videos –
running at x itself.
You could easily see your time slumbering lungfish.

Eagles, radioactive, Mojo,
You can go all ‘M’ on purely lost day.
Alice commercial product,
you are a dying Christmas.

Its terminal
it’s knocking

The D player citizens of Mist
I humbly convict you
to press the greedy button.
A grob of modern frantic
a prayer bombarded with a squid.

The target appearance
the gallery of lynch

Synapses hijacking
our federal neurons,
what must doesn’t go fade?
Did you hear that?
Let me repeat this message again.

I don’t please the name shown as…
okay stop!
Who is S Jose said?

He’s a highly…
And so your point of declaration;

“If you are not listening to this code
I advise you to think like a simpleton –
Close minded people belong to academics,
I on the other hand am eccentric.”

 

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