Very Bad Archive
*GSP
Tom mmpi2
Here I sit on the pooper
Giving birth to a Georgia State Trooper.
I strain and twist on the filthy plastic seat, stretching and binding my unwashed ring meat.
The cries go unanswered, those flatulent cries of the little fascist in brown, extruded from my bleeding brown round
into the yellow placental tea that wraps 'round
the infant trooper's high-n-tite crown.
He swims aloof in the warm yellow slop, not yet availed of his brand-new Glock,
or of his shiny badge that separates him just so from the rushing sewerage undertow.
He'll wash downstream, swim amongst the floating corn, rubbers, maxipads, tissue, feeling alone and naked without his yummy state-issue.
No Crown Vic, no M4, no taser or radio just yet.
He now swims alone among the used and filthy tissue.
There I sat all proud on the pooper. I just shat out a brand new Georgia State Trooper.
Tom mmpi2 has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Tom's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Tom's latest works: