Very Bad Archive
It Destroyed my Life
T. Jonathron Remp
You have to understand where
I'm coming from
the depths of despair
disease
misfortune
lapdance from the devil
I shot my mother in the kneecap
with a 50 trillion atom bullett
It destroyed my life
"You selfish foolown" (fool clown)
Ghosts still haunt those around me to this day
But not me
because I am sheltered by my
destructive appetite for self-injury
I stood alone on my throne
Somebody throw me a
Bone
Drowning in the light of my own
Eyelid-like dejected stance
I stood corrected, Lance
In a gargling trance.
He could not find his way home
(He, me), being Free
Could not find a place to hide in the Tree.
Sunk, I did. Falling like a
large bowl of cement flakes
for Breakfast
Leg warmers soaked with destitution
Enemies signing me away in their constitution
Voting to kill
Swarm Swarm
Scott will give me five bucks if I use a < in my poem.
Ha, that'll show'em.
The last part of my brain that disappeared
I used to shed tears, I feared.
Leered by the promise of thirty-nine
No, just the number thirty-nine
Not used as a numerical adjectival describer
Maria Shriver.
DEATH
"Come upon my lips like the hips of
Women who have spent eight to
Ten years riding
Horses"
That is what I exclaimed.
Then, in the blink of a garage door opener,
I fell backwards onto a large yet not very
Soft pillow made from Alpaca fur.
And I bled urine out of my tongue
As a nearby felt puppet did sung
Of how if my soul were a criminal in the Ol' West
or perhaps modern day Texas
it would be Hanged.
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