but im not nineteen
living in a hole in the fuckin road
collecting centrelink
and getting half price lobsters
fresh at the wharf
off of that dwarf
that fish smelling
wee midget cunt
that dirty little
fishy smelling
living off half price lobsters
from that wee midget cunt
but i'm not twenty
living in a car in the park
it looks like the pikey walking dead
are they drunk or are they zombies
they hobble about mouthing their madness
arms outstretched scrambling for anything
"uuuuuurrŕrrrggggghh ...urrrggghhhjjjj!" that’s what she as said i stuck my screwdriver straight in left eye her arms dropped like a bag of shit but she screamed like a banshee...dead!
i'm not twenty one
living in my father's basement
so have a listen
i didn't come here to be rude
didn't come here to squat
i've coom here to fookun help ya
i've coom here to fookun foight
just point me at him lads i said
and i'll have it all fixed by tonoight
and fixed it was
i slapped his silly little head
silly little head
i slapped his stupid fuckin head
slapped his silly fuckin head
slapped his stupid fuckin silly head
stupid fuckin sillyhead
stupid fuckin stupid head
...
head
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (2)
Always dancing that line of complete surrealism with biting social commentary, love these kinds of poems you do so well, Brenton! and this was at parts, kinda funny? but, also deeply unsettling. Well done!
Oooo, my favourite part was the screwdriver in her left eye, lol! Your poem was awesome!