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hallawayjoe Andyland 2014-11-14 5:31 PM arse poetica#42 Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
arse poetica #42 a man once asked me what this poem is about and I said it is about love but also asked if there was a god or no god, or if there was some thing before the big bang or not and eh what the fuck are we doing here and why do we not exist why is there anything... but the man said your poem so far makes no sense.... and I said that I just had a big ass burrito and i got gas and it is best to to stand back because if you want sense... i got stench., and the man said that all poets were just self indulgent... and I said yes, but its fun, it passes the time because we are all going to die, and even if my art is famous, I wont be around to enjoy it... and I gotta pee, excuse me... the man followed me... i wanted to punch him in the face...luckily for him I am a pacifist.... and a coward.... so instead.... I farted. and wet my pants because every motherfucker should just piss off every now and then.... but the man wanted to know what this poem was about.... I told him.... I'm a fucking teapot, and this is my fucking spout this poem is about love this poem is about death this poem is about pizza don't fuck with the pizza this poem is about beauty this poem is about truth this poem is about the loss of innocence and youth and if you really want to know the meaning of this, all you need to do is think with this. and follow this and stop being such a this!!!! cause the poem is about you you are the poem be you and don't worry about what it means you just need to be like poetry |
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