Thursday, September 11, 2008

you don't have a face

it's like a smear
a smudge
melted plasstik
yoo soo purty purty
yoo on the teevee,
LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!

look, look, i can make a perfect words together.
i am good grammar.
i can make an A paper.
i recite the alphabet-
Alpha male, Omega Bitch-
Penis! Penis!

& if the pen is mightier,
what to do with all the clouds on page?
cant we speak anymore?
broken tongue, come back here!
NO, I AM MIGHTIER CUZ I SPEAK GOOD!
LOOK AT MY PRETTY CLEAN MONEY!
now did you mean pretty clean or pretty and clean?
i think it's important. make a note of it.
it's not like anything.

Happy Parade of Children!
Don't talk about Politics, it's bad!
you are a dancer, not a politician,
SHHHH- don't mention the War!

quick, before they drown you-
write something on a wall!
bleed all over the place!

2 comments:

Thom DeRoma said...

Eastern european poetry rubbing off on you?

Fossil on a Paper said...

my pretty money