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JP Mantler Jul 2017
crumpled ticket in the pocket with no time on the dime dim lightning struck breaking in the best of kin a win win i cant do this tear slice shred swear it's a shame no sweat but fame the pressure builds up bogey blue bragster's mother-finnicky ******* **** ive found it ive found im hidden im hidden the gem's locked away rub one rub one rub one tug one tug one tug on zing we have a winner the shadow is cast the stars are alligned which match my eyes liquid pouring down fast on down the runway time to fly and catch the sky my time's not wasted but im wasted space look at me try try cry no river no stream no end just the fairly odd lookalike best of kin coddling crast dancing jigalow on the gallows pole
JP Mantler Jul 2017
why are you always mean to me when im not around
can't you see really that im just a clown

because im lost, im a lost cause
and you cant find me home
JP Mantler Jun 2017
I'm called crazy but I just sit back and watch the act
The shot to the mouth is the sign of a hostile compromise
A sick twisted envy broadcasts deception into the pit of my stomach
It boils with hot gastric sincerity
A slow linger of anxious bog settled with indecency
The attention craving singulars throw me into the fiery pit
Almost composed, I dread my held patience with a static vein stemming out of my lobe
Unwanted friends stir me into ambivalence
The devil tells me to ridicule their faults and flaws, alike my fully functional conscience
It's hard to see my bigger person but he's there with his list, shaking his head and telling me I am right
Brimming with rage I am told to reveal their ugliness; strip them down to their flesh and bones with a wax Carver and humiliate the vulnerable ego, which coexists in every living, breathing and selfish waste
To ask how it feels​ now is an enduring moment for them and their self-interested pursuits
They are now feeling from me and not from themselves
They are drawn into a self pity I had handed to them; treated as a raw strange delicacy
The ******* can all shrivel into their newly pivotal grave
My one and only lesson I favour to give to those shrivelled, now-benign *******; to them a ****** so unfaithful and sacraliged​, it is the most unbearably important stake in the heart that they have learned
JP Mantler Apr 2017
Scraping the dead frog with my shoe against the grit
I'm laughing and you're screaming no

This is how it is and this is how it ends
So let's **** it up and make the world a better place for us

Let's spew  the devil's words to the sour crass people
And our grains of sand fall down the hour glass
Let's ******* waste them, let's spill their guts

You've recovered from your subway *****
Let's do it all over again shall we?

Let's play hair gumball on the spiders' large jello sac morphing
Into convex pudding

Smack the sac pinata smack the living
**** out of the blobbing annex

Chit chat shallow shat and we're alright
Kissing bark while you give me a lecture and I'm thrilled then
And now I see the forest's hunchback hissing at us to
GET OUT

No more wise-*** **** but just one more errand though
And so, we leave a cartoon death threat at his door step
digging dirt / kissing bark
JP Mantler Mar 2017
The sun only feels good when it beats you down
I can't beat it right now but one day it's coming
My acting without thinking gets everyone riled up,
even when I shut up

I'm the jestor who stole the crown
The cellar king is mad and he's coming down
He points his finger at my sorry ***,
and I wag my tail fast

I may be burning but really I'm just getting by
With the stupidity and charm no intellect can find
My good intentions seem to be at fault,
so really I **** the lot off with my exhalt

I don't do much really but lick the asphalt
Like a lazy tootsie roll sticking to the hot ground
As I lay, an emotional rattle comes from some vent / vault,
so I kick the air all around

I have it so good and easy
So maybe I'll let the sun beat me down soon
And then it won't be so lemon-squeezy
To those who have it worse than others.
JP Mantler Jan 2017
“Two days before Christmas I found a miscarried rabbit fetus. Or maybe it was a rat.  I punctured the corpse with a pitch fork and this creamy, thick mayonnaise-looking kind of substance excreted out of its stomach. When that happened I had experienced surprise and disgust. Because for a fraction of a second the mayonnaise had burst out; and immediately oozed slowly down the pink corpse. Perhaps a euphemism for mankind. Curiosity had consumed my fear once again. These moments are empowering. And I don’t even have to fear the judgement because I know the fine line between curiosity and ******* and fetishism within the realms of fascination. I say ‘fine’ because one moment of action can lead to the next. I am just one moment from thinking to do something ****** up and then actually doing it. I guess then I’d be ****** up. I just don’t want to ooze.”
JP Mantler Jan 2017
We were walking around at night. We came across these apartment buildings. We broke into one of the ground floor tenants. This guy and girl broke in from an outside patio; a real nice metallic fence on the patio with intricate shape patterns. So I wait around the building and then I hear banging from the window. It sounded dreadful. I ran away, scared. They're probably dead because the banging was so forceful and frantic and urgent. I run back to my own apartment. I live on the highest floor. I take the elevator, and as I get out I walk past K. He says "Hi" to me. He goes into the elevator I was just in. He leaves. Something is not right. I walk into my room to find clothes lying on my bed. These were the clothes of my friends. I now see the flashing blue and red lights outside. The police cars are outside. They have surrounded me. My friends have been ***** and murdered. I see a black car pulling out of the parking lot. K is driving off into the distance.

I should never trust K.
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