Thursday, December 17, 2009

TheBombThreat

TheBombThreat
poem
A They must have detected my settings I am an ANdroid I change the computor a little so my email seems more normal to the humans beings. B The student that called in the Threat had a final test and could not face
it. C The ADministrator of this Lieberry called it in to have a day offing extending CHristmas vacation time in the offing. D It was Chee my new friend NO. HE at least was looking for FOOD today. NO one on campus or in the lieberry could have done it. It was a systematic panic button lock down for the younger schools was closed down all the campuses were suspected suspects. A good effort by Authorites to save as many lives as plausable I must say I am IMpressed at such a Mass Hysteria reduced. IN breaking news a man robbed the Licquour Store near Walmart with an Empty SHopping bag he filled it with JackDaniels once then tried to leave the store without paying. Butt the SWAT teamed up. They got him with the M16s at the door where he was handcuffed taken inn shaken down to the Jail to neverrobnomore. Once there HE asked them for his ONE PHONE CALL. Where he dialed the number of the SCHool House Lawyer scratched there on the wall of his cell. Still INebriated HE said to THEM : " I got bombed. I need money I need more MONEY I need more failure to communicate. I need to get BOMBED again some more " And this is WHY they CLOSED the Campuses of ALL the SCHools on TheBombThreat Day. SO sore.

Monday, December 14, 2009

SnowDaY

SnowDaY
poem
It was a Tuesday no it was a Monday I think it started on that Saturday but It was early for the Seasoning. They carried paint guns they wore that armor for it is heavy and does not work well in the snow. They played a fooly on poor young Tommy. They found a short hill so HE would not be afraid to board it. They found some hidden trees where he would likely smack them. The snow was also hiding a hidden boulder no one saw it there. Poor Tommy fired his paint gun. Smacked the boulder way too hard. Everybody ran into the tree line trying to hide. They all fell into the hunters trap line. In a great big net they hung there while Tommy was going ON the board to get into the MedIVac. This never really happened except in animation from the charlaxandroidoneseven justintime for CHristmas pie. Bald. Horse meat is good substitute for CHicken. NO eye am only teasing. It must be the altitude dude. At least I was too smart to make a camp outside at Telluride. Be sure to obverse your childrens activities in the SnowDaY.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Poetpour

Poetpour
poem
They say STAY out of polotics and religion I say poet pour it on. Poetpoor. Talk to them take Jesus for a side of beef he flayed the speare pointe thrust he took the hit. Attaque the status assembled que. Hit them below the belt iff they is girly men hit them above the snow line iff they is women. Let them knoe when the public does not like it. Let them knoe when they have gone too far on streets of manure linned with passages of words in the dust. Take the thrust meant for others that cannot speak remember prisoners let them talk with your mouth let them poet with your pen. Let them begin to have that voice a poet has the right of admissions the right of assembly the right to redress those issues no one will touch a poet he is usually just dust. The dust speaks the stones cry out for justices. Poet pore that blood poet pore those encapsuled notes into the measure of GOD RULES in love. Say the namme of Jesus its okay. 666 has come today. The end of time is nigh I can feel the Breathe of Satan down my neck as I prepare to give the LORD my Head. Death is life instead. For as I poet pour my life into the living and the WORD I feel no dread. Poetpour.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

CHristian, Communist, Capitalist

CHristian, Communist, Capitalist
poem
detracting headway marking in ruins the end of this world comes the beginning of Jesus Sorrows on this world the edge of the ruination of the beginning of the rule of Satan and the Mark of the Beast is coming call it 666. CHRISTIAN : CH i have this shirt on my back thats extra to me i can take it off and give it to someone that does not halve one on or better yet that needs it to stay warm iff i have not sweated on it yet I will do this CHristian thing. COMMUNIST: CO i have this shirt i made i cant take it off i must get another one iff i ihave to steal one from another poor communist i will do this and yet i knoe that it is wrong to take anothers work and yet and yes i will do this COmmunist thing. Capitalist: CA i have this shirt i bought i pay to have it cleaned i pay to have it neat both starched and irony. I will keep this shirt forever i will do this CApitalist thing.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

thelittlelovegod

thelittlelovegod
CharlaXWIll CLIV.
poem
The little love god charlax lying frozen in his sleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflamed branded with a 99 cent cola from Mount Shasta,
Whilst many lesbian nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping each other in my dream;
but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up my candle flame
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed with girls desires;
And so the general of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by anear two lesbians hands disarmed.
This brand they quenchèd in a cool well by locomotion,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual as they move together like as one,
Growing a Pinocchio’s nose and healthful remedy,
For men diseased; but I, my mistress'es thralls they squeeze as like as one they please,
Came there was two of them and this by that I love the feel of them:
Love's fire heats water once, then water cools love twice in sleep I rise.
Bye CharlaXWill