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Mugs McClain

Life is all gooey and weird sometimes, you know?
It's like it gets stuck on your finger and you're like: alas, what is this?
Didst thou presume my finger were as a wailing wind, meant to capture thy suffering with thy gooey magnificence?

Life is all weird sometimes, you know? Like it doth ruminate on the complexity of all which is and all which is not.

Were thou here with me now, thou wouldst be my gooey joy, my sticky remembrance of times past. Thou wouldst be upon my finger, in thy wondrous stickiness, and I would say to thou--full gloriously: "Do not go gentle under that running faucet; rage! rage against the circling of the drain!

Mugs McClain has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mugs's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mugs's latest works:

Bert Blyleven

Submitted Aug 15th 2010, 19:56

LITTLE DOGGIE

Submitted Aug 15th 2010, 18:45

NANTUCKET LIMERICK

Submitted Aug 15th 2010, 18:06