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& in the vast grotesqueness

Of these times

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A SONG BY

the 4 girls

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Crooked

Bent

Misshapen

::

She drags the broken image of herself


Here and there

::

From bar to bed

To ****** ward

•

we write poems about her and her pain !

( makes a fine read ! )

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We have mastered the art !

//

The art of really feeling

Nothing at all

•

We wait for the " helpless thing "

To fall


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And then

( like vultures

We proceed )

"""

Somehow we call it

LOVE !

)(

till the feeling dies forever
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CROOKED

BENT

MISSHAPEN

//

In the helplessness

Of

Our Poetry



.

Not by choice this average
     bonehead configured Earthlinked
     went kicking, and screaming
     into refuse bin
naturally (no questions asked,
     nor guffaws uttered) with chin
clamped tight, since the missus
     (by some rare, min

ness school, one in a
     bajillion chancy pin
in a haystack fluke
     of circumstance) sin
gull handed dropped,
     the entire set of keys (YES) vin
**** heave lee into
     the morbid, horrid

     and fetid weeks old
     garbage filled dumpster,
     this an absolute zero - no win
ning situation, roundly pitched
     against a cosmic malicious yin
hmm..., a hunch shot
     thru my mind, that she,
whose first name simply Abby

blithely, casually,
     and deliberately tossed
     the only set of keys free
lee (for sole access
     to our apartment, plus
     the singular way to start our car,
     a 2009 Hyundai Sonata

     as if that makes sum difference),
     and with her sinister glee
fully, excitedly, and coquettish lee,
plus maniacally, preternaturally,
     and snidely wanted me
to sink deep into the
     junk yard rabid dog gone,
     maggot and rat

     infested stinking pit pre
venting no more violent
     fisticuff altercations getting re
tally lit tory revenge e'er since
     (I readily, stoically,
     and tacitly admit),
     this blowhard good
     for nothing husband drunken deal

O meg odd, Sigma Epsilon
     former frat boy,
     who weathered
     volleyed unspooled evil
epithet laced expletives  
both of us suffering fools dell
lose hen null, asper
      this match made in hell

yourr truly inflicting (measure
     for measure) un intel
ledge gent till hurtful heaping
     glomming pell mell
     more'n a death knell
feline times nine
     lifetimes of misery hard sell
tum ma crony's, a

     worthless corny soul
     shucked aye tell
     each of our base grotesqueness
     equally receiving our
     deserved respective weltanschauung
headstrong shouldering keel well
ling kneecaps, and toes
oven angry papa

     no match for an absurd
albeit, one petsmart mama bird,
twittering cruelly, emasculating    
my manhood, curd
dill ling, and excoriating
     thine ego, gird
ding mine entire being
     with accursed damnation heard,

this side of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
     sans her blistering, unswerving,
     and weltering wicked wrathfulness,
     yawping fiendish zeal,
     she malevolently espoused
     with every scathing word.

For lack of a better person, people with a charismatic heart, with their slapped morals, they are all guiding themselves in a web of petty lies! Everyone's own, vivid echoing voice whispers the judgment in their brave-bold-listening ears: every repulsion, trampling is already legal and legal! And the fact that little people are miserable is a big fish pipe responsibility! In the Garden of Eden of Others, the life of phlegmatic celebrity jerks grows with disgusting success! But you can still live!
 
On the side of Barbie dolls in luxury speedboat categories, with back-moving biceps and barely hazelnut brains, Titans stretch! Everything is played, falsely disbelieving! The unruly heart is already bleeding a little more! Miss zero tolerance Dear! Just be careful Sweet! With its shapely garlic **** and stiffening heels, the gutted manhole cover is also a life-threatening area!
 
It is so self-contradictory on every level of denial Being that in its grotesqueness it is more mournful than pitiful! Greedy initiates foolish actions only so that he alone can win in the camp of unlimited usable credit cards! "Names that have been overthrown in the dark are forgotten by intentional, useless rogues!" It’s hard to turn from the Avitt era of the undead to ensure his survival, he carries out laws to his liking and breaks loopholes!
 
He is entangled in his stupid traditions with a deliberate propaganda purpose; it also tends to gnaw at its semi-preparatory future, except that it does not have to continue to agree! And because he always thinks that behind his victories, which he believed to be lasting, there is always the assured danger of the fall of Prideful! "That's how the famous Nobody lives today!" They are eagerly awaited in their hearts when they can joke with commonplace, cheap simple sentences

The inner core of personality is constantly weighed down by stereotypes and prejudices; those who still dream of sincere, true knowledge are forced to be stewards. They carry their selfish, predictable vices on their shoulders, which would have happened anyway, if they had not happened to them in the abysses of their past. Perhaps it is better if they remain a vice forever and become a dormant convalescent, who rather feigns a long, prolonged sleep, like the majority of chronic necrophiliacs, just so that they can finally escape what is really waiting for them.

Even the greedily offended summer residents are increasingly involuntarily overtaken by permanent oblivion; they scatter themselves among so many dubious flatterers, while a series of counter-thrusts knock them down again and again. As if in a looming emptiness, he is still searching for someone on whom he can count in every fateful situation of existence; he will slowly reach the finish line, slowly overtaking himself.

With the brutal morbidity of smiles, everyone is slowly letting themselves fall apart, because he can hardly do anything else. Brainwashed drunks are now even eating the spiritual food pantry of free thoughts out there, if there is anything left to grab.

Cautious love is increasingly rare in including awkward, experimental lines, invitations that it would be appropriate to participate in and show up at. Mysterious longings pass unnoticed from one moment to the next, because this whole thing that this raging outside World is doing to itself is so neurotic that it has completely surpassed the chronic fever curves of nonsense and blood-curdling grotesqueness.