Bad Poetry gives me Bad Customer Service


Bad poetry stinks –

the smell of it repulsive,
like Rupert Holmes pina colada song.
My eyes talk to each other
they gossip over dildo-straps
& pork belly.
Oh! Wow! Look at the sea otter
and his T.V. guide of girls gone wild re-runs.

I have studied & analyze the human complex stupidity,
the verdict – Polyamorous infidelity swinger’s party.

Damn! I’ve got to check my brain for some good ass chocolate cake.

 

 

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A Seamlessly Disproportionate Stoner

 

Poetic business
like brushing your hair with a fine tooth comb,
the melodies dandruff
the left portion of your face an Eiffel tower,
Booming! As they say onto the native root canal.

Diamonds rabble bloated
the humanoid frog puffs away.
What centers don’t bathe in glow?
If you sneeze between two nostrils –
your chances of boiling guitar, medium rare,

A rectum stare, melts the color off my chin.
Rendezvous me inside almond swirls,
un-shined peeled lights –
wrinkle flames barely orgasm.

Choke the water stir my dignity.
A seamlessly disproportionate stoner
volunteers to rip the blowing heap.
Adjective to your un-photo smear,
the thief slob
the pungent cypress,

A savvy hermaphrodite,
a respiration paints the ringing.

 

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The Weirdos of Choice Announce Whatever

 

Glass horsemen
unleash the fluid planet.
Black Klansman
surrenders to the fragrant pause.

The memory man
you gender slick.
Literatures escape from blowfish exile.

Mr. next-generation dress program
Kids lick the pimple mushroom
the aroma makes them see Nintendo.
The virgin Mary’s brain becomes a porn auction.
The dream liberals control your tattoo.

Nicole Kidman throwing away religion,
the weirdos of choice announced whatever.
The five body-spray villain’s
paste the prophylactic fat –
Jack ‘o’ Lanterns ‘Ip sensitive’, & ‘Ip wet does’.
Pain comes from the merry go around,
watch out! The bastard supporters are hungry.

 

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Unknown Pieces Flavor the Dead Vocabulary

 

The obvious bug’s
switch to toxic placenta,

They must humor the machine –
Save the establishing Meta,
unknown pieces flavor the clicking rot.

Hack through the sex server
rub the deleted C,
morality will soon expire.
Pass it through a multi-part.

The existing camera
becomes the dead vocabulary act.
These days and nine years later,
the magic little view
never blossoms to the actual.

Stop exploring sci-fi
and alternative corporations

There’s no right or wrong –
suppose I we’re to fade in the continuum trigger source.

Would you…

 

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