radmail: Anonymity

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Name: BLK::::::A

Subject: Anonymity

Comments: For the way the world turns,
I'm comforted by circles.
Where most see a bleak line
I see a never ending curve,
because, I don't believe in time.
I conversed with Gods over a noontime joint and my mind was blown.
Show me Jesus
Show me Mohammed
And I'll show you stupid poetry.
I would never
Give a fuck
About the thoughts you have regarding this poetry
Nor would i EVER
Give a fuck
About what you think of me or my passe religion and obsession with drugs.
I can comfortably say, by life is the best
(which makes it the worst)
I sit alone and smoke joints,
My T.V. talks to me (personally)
But I don't care.
Like an abusive husband I just sit and stare.
My thoughts wander to other forms of entertainment.
I could say
"Fuck your rules!"
But I won't,
because I could never
Give a fuck
About your rules,
I ignore them even though they're there.
Eyes following me like a barn cat perched behind an old pair of cowboy boots
Watching this
EPIC OF ABSTRACTION
POETICAL NOVEL OF NONSENSE
alcoholic
crackhead
stoner
junkie
whore
Its fucking easy to
write words.
Do they make sense?
"I GUEESSSSS:::"
Do they flow?
"I GUEESSSS:::"
Where's the rhythm?
Where's the rhyme?
Just Fuck You Bitch
And Suck My Fucking Dick
Eat my world image with butter'd toast eggs and fake fucking bacon.
This shits not poetry,
Its real.
Its real like the gun under the desk.
It's real like your moms loose pussy and your dad sucking dick.

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