Mr. And


Anatomical delirium

what gave supercilious praising to poppies?
Naugahyde prowls,
twice the perceptual temperature.
Roulette sores,
man combing brains hey! It’s Mr. And.
porno nun’s atrabilious,
cloak oddities shaped to masturbate.
Fatigued night wax Sosotology –
circumstance cocked filming flowers.

Equiluminant sergeant beef replica,
affinity mix nose unusual vicar –
Children teat on mammary malfunction,

High as a gurgle –
this warm Innuendo fungus,

Jehovah mucus tumbovillahop,
unearthly public reddish 3, 1, 5,
zest his poisoned see hour.

Fulgent plateau covering what looked like –
if stars own just pretense.
That green Spinning testimony
not stretched very out – said the telli-priest.

Your Archetype frivolity,
abundantly conventicle the sleazy devil know-it-all,
Have you heehaw during the blahblahmocracy?

 

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12 thoughts on “Mr. And

    1. Thank you.

      I wanted to do something completely different with this poem.
      My mind was out of it, and somehow – I was getting these weird words coming into my head.
      I started pronouncing it myself, and see if it made any sense.
      So, I took a risk and it made lots of sense.
      I worked so hard writing this poem…I’m glad I got it over with.

      1. Yeah the words are really out of this world as I said before. This really reminds me to Shakespeare because for us people today his Poems make no sense. Well….. they do to me…. but I am werid! 🙂

  1. I wrote a poem for you called Kin. Hash tag Charlie zero. I also read your article on bullying and the poem. OMG! Utter, utter brilliance my brother!!

  2. I feel a bit like Jack Nicholson addressing Batman:

    “Where does he get such wonderful toys” (words of course.

    Wow. I need a dictionary.
    Pretty sure you made up tumbovillahop, though.
    Ha, correct me if I am wrong.

    Mr. And – seems himself
    the archetype for all things capitalist.
    it’s all one big masturbation,
    you know.

  3. Trump is the masturbatory monarch of blahblahmocracy, for damn sure. Mr. has always had a thing for nubile nuns, who moonlight as porno princesses; makes me atrabilious just relating it ( a real word for fuck’s sake). Only a trembling tellipriest, freshly castrated by Finnish Lapland bitches, can fully do justice to/for the jerkbutt Jehovah tenacious tumbovillahjops; just saying. As for Mr., screw him with dull mortar tools covered in mongrel-mucus & jelly jizzum.
    Another winner from the fevered mind of Mr. Zero, fucking A.

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