Ravaging the Poetry Rant

Sweepers and weepers and liars beside,
cold shower rashes on the prosecuted, over-ride.

All of the children eat walls and flies,
give them a book or a TV to bide the time.

The world in front of their eyes, the skull space is conjugating in anger and peace to stride- Against the teacher.

You can conquer the tidal wave, be a god next to Azrael. Be a god just like yourself; imperfect and asshole injected into the veins of the innocent and clueless on a day by night, week by month basis. Let your weakness be exploited by the emperors in the D.A.'s head.

We will need to know radicals in pre-calculus when we punch in to build the Nnew castle, the new xanadu, the new life.

Prayers be bitten and prayers be thick, watch them het ravaged by bed bugs and ticks.

Swim in two inches of water. Sway forever in a clasping bearded clam. Feed the clam some more oysters, Mr. Diggler.

Spirits starve in waiting, in front of the Wendy's. Ghosts grow hungry at the sight of the tall and fat store- yeah, and you're short and ugly, give me back my pen.

Pen? We mean penis. What? What is this pen==is?

Forget the "genitals are our friends" float in the devil's advocate parade sponsored by Macy's and Nordstrom.

How long can this rant maintain the weight of circumstance? Miller waits with the weapon and safety off in hand to complete the revenge.

The teacher taught them how to react in the world. With no resistance to the haste.