End Jam Back

Right,

time to write

Did you just rhyme...

                    Nevermind

No, go on, say it

Well it's that rhyme

Asshole

            No you're thinking

            Of assonance

But we're still friends

Remember not to mention

I know not to mention

dictatorial leader's testicles

                    And penises

Don't worry this is a classy piece

About existential misery

And Aunty Disestab Lissh'

                    Mentarianism

By proxy

What?

Why by proxy?

Good point

Why buy proxy when I can shop direct

Am I erect or correct.

Wait

What?

Did you just erasure the fuck out of this poem?

I made a call today for direct existential poetry
and now you're trying to - -

                You did it again

What?

You know - you did

You're doing it aga-

That doesn't even make sense

Of course it does

It's poetry

Oh yeah? Explain

I've written it in verse and committed it to
screen and paper
scroll
and parchment

Therefore it is now art

If cutting a cow and showing formaldehyde up its bum is art

Then I call this art

You said bum

I also said shove

                    Testicles

Do you want me to black out you

And then no one will

What?

No one will - - - talking -

But theres not even rhymes

Why are there no rhymes?

Do you hate rhymes?

Are you rhyme phobic?

No but I knew her sister

She chewed with her - closed

If you can believe it

So proper e-nun seancation

And endjamback

Wait do you meanenjambmentwhen controlling

The pacing and flowno

                End jam back

End..

jam it in.

Back on the grind.

Or something

Whose a fancy fucker today?

Who's.

I asked you.

No... I was.

Fuck, nerve mind

Fuck a nerve mind

Group talk hive mind everybody do the dinosaur

Walk like a malfunction in a three piece suite

This is why the e is a powerful tool in the wrong hands its deadly.

Who killed lee?

Am I dead lee?

Three piece sweet suite suit or soot

How can you hate trees.

Who sits there and says "fuck the trees"

When I said "fuck the trees" I...

Are you blushing?

No.

Yes.

What tree got you weak AF at the knee?

Elm?

No.

Fucking Elm

I just hate but maybe later

I prefer oak.

Well...

Does he like you back?

You mean bark

Woof

Just silly.

Said you, oak tree end jam back grinding fucker thing you.

So important poetry

Over on yonder hill I saw a cotton candy mill

And I did trot over to it with a sense of truety

If you can imagine such a wonderous concept

And I did marry a maid of milk and macro nutrients

Maid or made?

I didn't force her hand

That's what she said?

That's not how jokes work.

I know I know

They sell bingo cards to prostituea and winnebago owners

On route not 66 the one with the meringues

Oh look I had this sitting around waiting for a time like this



The wind wis gently blowin' the curtains. Rhythmically shimmying them as it drifted through the branches o' the ferns tae the south o' oor hame. It whistled its aria o' wistful uncertainty. Rich an' groundin' the scent carried through mah opened windae. Fresh grass cuttings an' the earthy richness o' soil vibrant wae life.

Today wis a normal day. Ye ken the kin o' day where there's peace an' quiet until a loud thud breaks the spell cast by the siren's song.

"Andy! Andy lad are ye in there? Din,nae ignore me ya bastid. Ah've got summit important tae tell ye. Let me in!"

"Hawd yer horses ya Maddie, Am domin' tae the door noo."

As Ah unlocked it, the brass hawndle jittered an' the lightweight door swung back pullin' me wae it."



Now I feel complete.



Wanna fuck an oak with me?