Is It Poetry - Poets, Death And Sex

  • 9 years ago
Being a Poet
is
to distance your self from
God
and the virus
called humanity.

Getting drunk
rutting in the Parrish
Priests
rose bushes
blushing at the thought
of other things
you can't or won't
own.

Claims
of diminished
mental capacity
that I have
made you can't.

Lesbian
men hating women
that
work for D.C.F.
or
that special
Prosecutor
whom
was to ambitious
at the
expense
of public opinion
the least
Educated of all.

Political endeavours
that amount
to nothing more than
a chance to become
what you never were
you try
then die and
Government
takes what you had
they are immortal.

Losers that drive
To
Las Vegas
to win enough money
To
buy some one else's
false
since of
enlightenment.

My fellow Poet's
whom knew
what gas ovens were for
those red and green
barbiturates
Laudanum and grain
Alcohol.

Deep wells filled
with tree's
foamy soil rich in sex
that you
fertilized with your
sad tales of
woe
and all those minds
episiotomys
that think they came here
through a bloody
red window
called
the immaculate conception.

Trying to hide
those crusty herpes
blistered lips
no one will kiss and
you wonder
why
my eyes creep to your
breasts.

Trying to be
what few can ever be
a starving destitute
Poet
that caught syphilis
and the clap
that you knew about
and still
passed it on.

Is It Poetry

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