i’m heading with a reckless abandon,
now;
into the gaping maw of post five hundred
with a perilous and relentless glee
with deference and a secret strength
born out of a thousand empty broken dreams
and enigma made of spokes and schemes
a partial palatial puff just smoked it seems
and like a fat smile stoked and coked on laser beams
do i need to be profound
do i need to majestic
i fail to see, how the less of me; the less i be
the less broken potty mouth dyslexic
i just wanna get in make a noise and a mess
leave a couple of nice hard to remove stains
make an incredibly loud and over the top exit
leave it all to the high pay grades and the brains
work it like a morbidly obtuse chair bound pro
twerk it like six asses all set and ready to go
Kirk it like i’m really Spock lad
jerk it likes it's the only toy you ever had
is this is my opus or my swansong
is this my freedom or my cage
or just more wandering, scattered lonely thoughts
that i was able to put to pen and page?
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Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (5)
500 stories; 500 highway; 500 blunts...? ;)
That's awesomeeee! Congratulations on hitting 500!
Congratulations on 500! Kirking it just screws. up my. rhythm
When one can twerk, jerk, and Kirk it as majestically as yourself … Well it’s indeed an opus to make a swan sing. By the way … Change the sheets and use Oxyclean on those stains. 😅
'into the maw of post five hundred' - no joke! It took me a few poems to see the Roman numerals. What about doing Egyptian from now on?:-D