When all else fails...
Pus-breathed, shit-legged...
You mickey mouse, motor mouthed,
mechanical monkey man.
Blue based, baboon faced, rat-arsed nicker.
Time thief... Loose leafed bind,
Blow mind, limp grind, snow blind kitty licker.
Come too quick needle prick.
Dim wit, flaky brick,
half baked belly snake
shite sucking sheep lover.
Creepy crawl, crotch fawning,
fly fumbling puke stain.
Lame brain... Dissolute.
Cack tongued catatonic
quadraphonic fart fanatic.
Weak willed pigswill slurping rancid burping twerp admiring blank firing penile warted spine distorted one bawling nappy filling come spilling spew dribbling whine quibbling
Bingewhore
© 2005 Kahdoosch
You mickey mouse, motor mouthed,
mechanical monkey man.
Blue based, baboon faced, rat-arsed nicker.
Time thief... Loose leafed bind,
Blow mind, limp grind, snow blind kitty licker.
Come too quick needle prick.
Dim wit, flaky brick,
half baked belly snake
shite sucking sheep lover.
Creepy crawl, crotch fawning,
fly fumbling puke stain.
Lame brain... Dissolute.
Cack tongued catatonic
quadraphonic fart fanatic.
Weak willed pigswill slurping rancid burping twerp admiring blank firing penile warted spine distorted one bawling nappy filling come spilling spew dribbling whine quibbling
Bingewhore
© 2005 Kahdoosch
posted by Kahdoosch at 11:48 PM
4 Comments:
Sometimes there is no substitute for some well chosen invective.
Unnecessary, but, oh so, liberating.
Not that I'm in the habit of 'effing and jeffing'... Honest
:-)
Reminds me (for some obscure reason) of the old tee-shirt. Two vultures sitting on a branch, 'Patience my ass, I'm gonna kill something'.
HUMMM, do you speaka english sir?
Very entertaining to say the least. Now, what the hell were you saying here? J/K
I could never write like this. haha. Not that I wouldn't want to. Just don't seem natural. BUT YOU AIN'T NATURAL.. smile.
Just giving you a hard time.
Hi ya,
I would be very patient if I were a vulture. I am reminded of what Hilaire Belloc had to say about the vulture that eats between his meals.
"His eye is dull, his head is bald,
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh, what a lesson for us all
To only eat at dinner."
Hahaha!
As for your poem, I can see it is liberating on many levels.
Enjoying your blog.
Love Enocia :-)
Now, what the hell were you saying here?
Very strange Shy, the working title of this poem was 'What are you trying to say'.
Having lumpy bits seems to work better for me than being natural, a bit like yoghurt really (although yoghurt gets more culture, (groan)).
Hi, Enocia, Belloc always had something pithy to say about food (he seems to have had a 'thing' about omelettes, prefer fishnet, ankles and mashed potato myself (I view shoe catologues as pornography)). Must be the French blood in him (and probably the Iberian in me).
Hi jb
I thought you might be interested in the structure of this. I was trying to get have a breathless ending with the final word exploding out as a shout (maybe I should make the last word an exclaimation).
It's a type of Galdr (Seidr if you say it out loud). It breaks from the known form (and there aren't a lot of examples extant) in that the first lines of a Galdr are supposed to identify the caster and establish the caster's right to use Galdr. Check out 'Gaois' below for the form, free verse, but there are rules of content. Interesting stuff because the folk who used it believed that writing was the province of the gods, rune magic basically.
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