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hallawayjoe Andyland 2014-11-25 8:34 AM Arse poetica 42 Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
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arse poetica #42. What I will tell my daughter or son.. When she or he ehas her heart broken for the first time Boys smell funny.... Girls smell nice If you are a lesbian great If you like boys.... Heed my advice... Love and art and sex and shit have much in common....,they all enter with the mouth And yet often comes out down south. Love is strange It's confusion Some times the heart just wants To keep beating a contusion I don't know what it's all about dear I'm just as lost as you.... 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 never famous, I wont be around to know 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, bitch 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 And honey Don't just fall in love Rise in it Rise rise rise! |
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