Pooetry

ooops, My O key gets stuck

Dingle berries swinging oon hairs doown there

Moonkey see monkey doo

doo doo the true blue Americans with nothing left to give

All their shit and nothing to live

444 transform

trans for nothing

standing for something

walking strange because you’re not straight

how about we pledge allegiance to that

Ms Minaj and all her Barbs

pink flags and fags march dressed so sharp

you might cut yourself in a happy little accident

so mind that your businesses are tax exempt

Selling blow to gays they can blow for days

civilized men will hide it away

look for signs the smile on their face

rudolph red noses

and too happy-go-lucky considering the state

the world is shit

and this is it

I write poetry about dookie

my homework’s unfinished

my laundry basket full

my stomach is empty

and all I can do is write on this lovely

little keyboard with my online warriors

fighting, revolutionizing, organizing from bed

I’ll think about you right before my

Long, ever-ensuing sleep

Egads! You should have posted more things

Let’s gather round the television and watch those browns die

what a pity it is, they’re the color of my eyes!

How beautiful the rich skin blending with oak bark

Toes buried in soil

where does the foot start

Let’s all dig a hole and take a shit in it

It’ll look just the same as mass graves

with less bones blood death and heads in it

you fucking ostriches

it must be the riches

the richest nation thirsty for conflicts to start

with warzones and paradise a zipcode apart

My brain’s splitting

I am not indifferent

I was not quiet when they came for me or my friends

but when they come for you it will surely be the end

you, whose skin looks like this website

white white white

the pretty little lamb

how sad will we be when you finally die

bite the dust

cry cry cry