Modern athletes, strong and buff,
These days are tested soon and late
just to prove their skill and strength
are free of anabolic taint.

Ryan Braun, the M.V.P.
was tested thus occasionally.
He didn't seem the type to me
to boost his skills unnaturally.

Thus imagine my surprise
to learn the ***** he supplied
contained synthetic Testosterone
Brewer fans emitted groans.

Now it seems he's off scot free
based on a technicality.
He will not have to serve the ban
imposed on many a lesser man.

Opening day, reserve the date;
Braun will be there at the plate
His many fans will come to see
Ryan Braun, the M.V. ***.

some smells
make you retch
a rotten egg
for instance

[Ready?]
Yes but I really don’t approve of your obvious use of anabolic steroids. It’s an amoral and cowardly shortcut. And don’t even get me started on the innumerable adverse effects. Don’t even get me started.
[Can you keep up ?]
Of course but can we talk? Can we talk? The size and shape of your head is comical who do you think you’re kidding? You have, by far, the roundest head I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but imagine you as an obtuse High School English professor who doesn’t understand the source of his students’ laughter but really, it’s because you gave me a C on an essay because you say I had a “circular” argument. Or as an equally clueless physics professor generating chuckles left and right in response to your lecture on “spherical” whatsits in a vacuum.
[Are you tired?]
No, we’re not done yet—Am I right? Am I right? Look at you. If God ever were to create guns or pumps or pecs of that size, it would only be by way of some syntax error.
[How about now?]
No, let me finish—Who are you trying to impress? Masculinity most certainly isn’t the word to use. I’d say monstrosity. Who do you think is or would be attracted to a walking, talking industrial sized freezer. If a woman needs protection, she’ll find a guard dog of necessary ferocity. Or maybe, she’ll cultivate some kind of relationship with you and find comfort in the fact that if she ever upsets you, you could break the ***** in half without the slightest hitch.
[……]
I don’t even want to know the state of the pinpricks you at one point called your testicles
[……]
I wouldn’t even say it’s proper to call you “Mr. Universe”. You’re big, but you’re not that big. I’m more inclined to call you “Mr. Pampered and Pumped up New England”. I cannot comfortably call you Mr. Universe because I’m not comfortable having you represent my universe. The “Mr.” signals the “Master”. That’s just appalling. And what is with the spray tan? What is the true pasty picture of Mr. Universe throughout the winter months?  If someone ever has a question for the Master of the universe, I’ll be sure to tell them to direct their questions to the beefed up and bloated tangerine to my left.
[……]
……
[……]
Are we done?
[No]
How far have we gone?
[Nowhere]
What?
[You have gone too far, but we haven’t even walked out the door. Once you’re finished running your mouth, we can work on getting your fat, saggy *** into shape.]

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                 p                          timidly
              e                                   (yearning sweltering swelling fire
          e                                                          and cut languidly
       t                                                                    the shape of subtle
   s                                                          carnal clangor;into the passive
                                                                 mound of my coffee hard
                                                                      embolism) an anabolic
                                                                    shriveling eruptioning
                                                                 testosterone fountain


                                                   i,m not my own. at this quivering
                                             plussing of my heady gobble
                                                            i,m
                                                      only stone softly
                                                  ungently
                                                                  an engine
                                                           of pure
                                                        *****
                                                                     pumping

By: Cedric McClester

We saw it burn
Now I’m concerned
With what can be learned
Before we return
To what we know
The status quo
With nothing to show
Can someone say whoa!

Let’s tear a small page
From the outrage
When kids are engaged
They don’t usually stage
The kind of destruction
That leads to reduction
In the production
Of new construction

Out of the fallen ashes
From our past clashes
Let’s find what surpasses
Ignoring the masses
Why can’t we fill the void
Like an anabolic steroid
For the underemployed
Whom we usually avoid

Subtract the crime
Which I can’t cosign
From the paradigm
Don’t let it define
The legitimacy
Or what well might be
The urgency of now
Which is key anyhow


© Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.

have you found your next darling spithole yet?
not meaning to come off rude but
i just don't have photo albums in my home anymore
of all those weathered stacks
of glossy tourist postcards and airbrushed polaroids and half-arsed private promises that led to
quick pity ***** and more simpleminded conversations (weather? news? one plus one?)
when you ran out of coffee grounds
and breakfast was cold
and the fingernail scars being shamefully picked on were still quite scarlet
like vampire tongues
fresh off a feast, a binge, a hellfest
of a hot-lipped hunger pang
how many towns did you ravage and terrorise and theatrically swoop over with your velvet raiments
how many people fainted
at the mere sight of your anaemic cadaver-sheet skin and anabolic empty marble glare
how many ****** pitchforks punctured your abdomen and how many furious torches
burned the inside of your pelvis and how many corroded teeth did you lose chewing on
leftover bones the next night
sitting all alone in your grandiose dining hall that smells of decaying rats and halitosis
spitting out the occasional tough marrow or stray spider leg (you never really got used to that odd brackish flavour),
how much of it was
worth it to you?
you were acting on impulse
instinct
some other impressive, egregious “i” word you have yet to figure out;
i can't blame you.
blame is too weak a word for anyone with half your brain to ever understand
i can't blame myself
except sometimes in the middle of the night when my teeth refuse to unclench (pissoffpissoffpissOFF)
i understand
you're the same as everyone else (nothing wrong with that i'm wrong i'm wrong so wRoNg) but
sometimes understanding doesn't mean forgiving
[just nod] yes i understand
okay fine, you crave makeup kisses
caked-up made-up fake love fake blood
painting broken boundaries all over brocade bedsheets screaming
slipping almost begging
WARNING don't cross this line and carefully step over the crude chalk drawings
where many unfortunate deaths have occured
splintered spines and shredded vascular systems and cannibal sick sighs
you barely even toed it and you lost an entire ******* arm
past that finish line
where they unhinged their jaws like singing serpents and gorged mercilessly
until their overbloated stomachs
ballooned up and burst into confetti just in time
for the next baby shower birthday party funeral eulogy
and you might be the next
victim
will you fall for that
a g a i n ?
never ****** mind that—
because we're all about acceptance here.
we're all about holy terrors cavorting with holey beggars
we're all about your tremulous callused hands on the inside of someone's delicate insides
coil up their wrenched guts again musicman
spill your unraveling lullaby all the softly shrieking butterflies have desperately searched for a way out
and you crushed them all
just to feel iridescent powder sparkling in your stained palms at 3 a.m.
reflecting the gentle throb of the glow-in-the-dark stars and the grating television static and the godless blue in your undilated pupils
when she's lying next to you fitfully asleep
dreaming of an infinite field where the weeping azaleas never bloom (she still wonders what it meant)
ribcage left ajar just a peep
cascading umber hair and stick-insect limbs splayed all over your worn pillows
sometimes unconsciously feeling your freezing nape
and you feel nothing
at all
i hope you're happy (satisfied?)
or i hope at least, that she rinses off your fraying toothbrush after she uses it to secretly purge in your newly-cleaned toilet
if that's not too much to ask for
and you also left some day-old lemonade and reheated battery acid by the fridge door
just in case
but you missed out on buying coffee grounds again
even though there's an unhealthy smattering of pinned yellow-note reminders
right next to her faded number
and you'll be moving out next week
oh well. oh well. unwell.
my obscene picture collection is still incomplete even though it's set to display on a national gallery next week [this is your cue to clap]
but you never called back so
i hope you're happy (****—sorry—satisfied)
she's not
and please, don't forget to gargle.

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Two wide open arms
phrygian, pumping with generous excitement
preparing food or pouring water
I am a stray licking at puddles
blowing past the frigid opening hours of
anabolic windows
drafting out the nutty smoke of tobacco
bleeding out into the air
I say that I like, enjoy being cold
I prefer it
and San Fransisco is far,
but I’d love to go
me and my wet, refrigerated soul.

It made the love between us alive
It built a bond and kept us unbreakable

Yet we betrayed it
Our lies were overpowering

Trust  b
              r
                o
                  k
                    e         
                        the bond
Some of it went missing
Our love died

The trust left was not enough for us  to believe  the love reigning

Trust said: "I am a catabolic yet an anabolic of every bond and am hard to be restored."

He's the creator of great places to hang out inside a head with other pals and chicks

Subversive white methods
No tattoos
Only higher ups display

They gang puppet dance in harmony until the church orders them into a home hiding area with family design arrangements in publicity fervor calm eras of politics
Mostly devious political offspring capitalism indifference designers whom fake poverty creating crime narcissistic advertising by portraying

Punk ***** steroid **** ripe for a brain Hemorage.
***** anabolic syrum lust **** injection rapists drug mixers to commune with evil master comic strip stereo

They can't self defend
They live in a delusional confine of ****** supremacy and collapse on contacting your sober normal man physique in crazed madness paranoia of effemenation

*** pornographer manescape

I wound up in the eccentric people again
Loved a drag queen conversation
Queer conversations are living art forms of enlightened time,
Other things
This is the research culmination origin  of the dull bland crime science religion marriage that paints hoa cities in eggshell

This confusion power **** community is in charge of you
It owns bail bonds churches sheriff and fire dept and city halls
Lots of old slavery Christ agreement blacks whites and rainbows slaves

Back to London with prodigy epiphanies of watch america glimpses

Your god creates the magical children making ceremony in the endless suffering reincarnated ceremony blunders
With vehicles and friends to stick close to or have neighborhood rules and do shopping

The highway path exalts in crash fantasy adrenal danger mystery physician questionaire colleges adding ****** ridicule economic challenges

You have voting free options monetary syndrome poisoning from opening mouths towards other exposed epiphany creams

In this valley vicinity no law enforcement is allowed
Policy writing for that budget and then they just have been here doing Christ chem research studies and **** outputs on talent girls they take away to a place outnumbered

Affluent dudes just kinda disappear with compromised missing victim girls

No more exposure
Never let it speak at you
It controls food supply and you get ostracized and die  a pity ignored death of silence alone on a side street spot without anyone
Peaceful innocence is rewarding

The repetitive prognosis program statues anoint the podium wonders and walk with the following

The tremble in dysfunctional rebellion from orchestra practice having been performed on their lady wolfs

Now the peeka boo queer wand window has been fairy godmothered upon the hiding town until

The devastating bottom door collision of infinity memories never cleaned the karma floor off the minds off the shelter ears

It ingests more psychoactive and slows from the rebuttal of the last great *** quivering engagement of sobriety prayers

King of thrones defeats

Needs two or more years of constant exit evap canister overhaul to near humanity again

Whimper status gentle charmin boys

Bambina puts up with their language
Untrusting?

Bambina puts up with their language
Untrusting?
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They just hate sheriff and do narco
Huh
What's a share if
I'm buying

They just hate sheriff and do narco
Huh
What's a share if
I'm buying
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