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News & ArtsTuesday, March 31, 2009
Insomnia Midnight Bus Poetry
Posted by Paul Constant on Tue, Mar 31, 2009 at 12:00 AM
That Bus Ride in Augustby Nellie
Easing my behind into a window seat, my thighs
like Jell-O pudding, shaking with the potholes.
I peeled them from plastic, pools of sweat,
and imagined that babies were screaming
in horror at my risen body, their mothers
judging my pink hot thighs, as if
they illumined my brain.
2
GM manager fired by prez
GM must rewrite labor contracts
who gives a shit
they are not coastal at all those lakes do not count
these folks are all dinosaurs ha ha ha ha ha ha
who needs an auto industry
my god, they even demand to be equal to titans on wall st.
which incubated Obama's economic team.
Lansing, Flint, they even eat rabbits there for food
They are not even worthy of comment.
We are truly "Superior" not anyone in the industrial midwest.
"Our nation" produces bus poetry
reflecting more civilized sensibilities.
Any old crap
about a bus ride in August
and fat thighs
is more beautiful
than 400,000 families in Ohio, Michigan and Indiana.
They voted for Clinton.
Fuck them.
Sniff, sniff, sniff.
GM must rewrite labor contracts
who gives a shit
they are not coastal at all those lakes do not count
these folks are all dinosaurs ha ha ha ha ha ha
who needs an auto industry
my god, they even demand to be equal to titans on wall st.
which incubated Obama's economic team.
Lansing, Flint, they even eat rabbits there for food
They are not even worthy of comment.
We are truly "Superior" not anyone in the industrial midwest.
"Our nation" produces bus poetry
reflecting more civilized sensibilities.
Any old crap
about a bus ride in August
and fat thighs
is more beautiful
than 400,000 families in Ohio, Michigan and Indiana.
They voted for Clinton.
Fuck them.
Sniff, sniff, sniff.
3
Even tho my destination,
Is only a couple of blocks,
I'm way too tired and fat,
To try and walk.
So I will wait,
For a bus to come.
Then I'll share my lunch,
With a hungry Bum.
We'll sit in the back,
And smack our lips,
Then leave our trash,
As our tips.
Is only a couple of blocks,
I'm way too tired and fat,
To try and walk.
So I will wait,
For a bus to come.
Then I'll share my lunch,
With a hungry Bum.
We'll sit in the back,
And smack our lips,
Then leave our trash,
As our tips.
7
I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wonderous voice.
Puzzly, puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but I have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such sofly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might
'I thought you were a lady',
I giggle, - well I may,
To my surprise the lady,
got up - and flew away.
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wonderous voice.
Puzzly, puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but I have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such sofly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might
'I thought you were a lady',
I giggle, - well I may,
To my surprise the lady,
got up - and flew away.
8
Aaaugh. "Illumined" is terrible here, a fart at a blowjob. On the bright side, it signals how happy you'll be to reconsider the whole last clause.
9
Response to PC @2
"It Ain't Your Blog"
Always complaining about what Slog's not reporting
But it ain't your blog
They can post whatever they feel like posting
'Cause it ain't your blog
Thinly-veiled anti-Obama rants
Hijacking comment thread after comment thread
Why don't you shut the fuck up here
And just make your own blog instead?
"It Ain't Your Blog"
Always complaining about what Slog's not reporting
But it ain't your blog
They can post whatever they feel like posting
'Cause it ain't your blog
Thinly-veiled anti-Obama rants
Hijacking comment thread after comment thread
Why don't you shut the fuck up here
And just make your own blog instead?
10
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: dogs
You: cats
Stranger: you
Stranger: you
You: parrots
You: donkey
Stranger: cut combobreaking
Stranger: you
Stranger: just
Stranger: lost
Stranger: the
Stranger: game
Stranger: there
Stranger: fucker
You: i hate you
You: to death
Stranger: I know
You: dogs
You: cats
Stranger: you
Stranger: you
You: parrots
You: donkey
Stranger: cut combobreaking
Stranger: you
Stranger: just
Stranger: lost
Stranger: the
Stranger: game
Stranger: there
Stranger: fucker
You: i hate you
You: to death
Stranger: I know
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