Frank Zappa a Comedic Ping-Pong Slut

Elmo dropped acid speaking PBS
his eyes melting off rabies.
Hop on the candy boat terror
sarcasm wonka consuming compressor.
Macaulay Culkin ate coagulated pizza
Frank Zappa offered milk of magnesia.
Alice…worships her comedic delusions
cheshire cat amused by absinthe disillusions.
Hunter S. Thompson’s tongue club 33
Rockefeller hard-on sacrificial mystery.
Mad hatter powdered sugar nose
musical notes high on the devils horse.
Psychosomatic sweat skittle haircut
fleas parody ping-pong Popsicle slut.

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31 thoughts on “Frank Zappa a Comedic Ping-Pong Slut

  1. Aren’t we all delusional? Or mad, in some way.

    Btw, I read once that mad hatters existed long before Lewis Carroll.

    Mercury was supposedly used in the making of hats, which affected the nervous systems of hatters, causing them to tremble and yes, look crazy. Come to think of it, the world we live in is like mercury exposure. It causes aggressiveness, mood swings and anti-social behavior so , if you ask me (and I know you do), if we were smart, we’d all go as mad as a hatter so as to be able to digest life easier instead of choking on it.

    (How did I go?)

    1. You are correct. Anything that’s polluting our air or chemical companies and such.
      Do alter behavior in ways that do make us mad and then some.

      That explains why the witch trails back in the days….how Christians went mad at things they we’re afraid of…the world before and now we’re all as mad as a hatter.

    1. Thank you Eric.

      I was listening to some Mr. Bungle and experimental noise music.
      Let’s just say the noise glitch music guided my mind into unknown territories.

      I had fun writing this one. Tomorrow is my last rhyme poem and that one is pretty weirder than this one. hahahaha!!!

  2. I am learning so many new phrases today. Coagulated pizza was probably consumed and that explains a lot of the behaviour. I also like tongue club, and the owner of the club is probably very happy about that.

    1. Thank you friend. Glad you enjoyed all the many new phrases.

      Yes, pizza sure does trigger behaviors. It’s all those chemical ingredients they add.

      So, if you enjoyed learning new stuff. You have to check out my last rhyme poem tomorrow morning. That one is sure to really make your head scratch and say…(what the hell was I smoking). hahahahaha!!!

  3. The King of Pop ate home alone
    the Culkin character witness pulp
    as weasels ripped Frank’s flesh.
    Friction in the kitchen of fiction.
    A white rabbit wedding marches
    on the border line of Keith Richards.

    1. …………………………………Charlie,

      THANKS for being so generous (seriously) !!!

      the perfect start, Frank Zappa in the title

      I saw him today on YouTube
      he seemed sober and serious
      a true poker player face

      sometimes poetry must be ridden like a horse
      however
      not this poem
      the names of people, objects to eat, and CVS items
      textbook prose from a rough neighborhood
      like applying color to the lips
      of a gray face

      a mysterious identity
      a thrift store walker
      wearing the skin
      of a sequined gown
      her pimp dad psychiatrist
      questioning her reading skills
      her evolutionary standing
      her marriage ladder
      in the Hope Chest

      that’s what I was thinking about

    1. To answer your question: I’m always sober when I write stuff like this. Believe it or not.
      I have an active imagination, plus, listening to electronic noise music does something to my synapses in my brain. It’s as if another energy force is tapping into otherworldly places that I’ve never experienced before. So, music guides my writing and I enjoy the outcome.

      If you think this is mind boggling…tomorrows post will surely make your head scratch or react a certain way. It’s my last rhyme poem…and its very super weirder than this one. 🙂

    1. Thank you Dale. I haven’t written rhyme poems in a long time. So, I thought I write rhyme poems experimental humorous style. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed the imagery. One last rhyme poem tomorrow morning. I only wrote 2 rhyme poems. The one tomorrow will be weirder than this one. hahahaha!!!

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