Cleaved Wally in Twain
By XII
Hoopla'ed the circus freaks
All the warning streaks
Held the limp wrist peeps
On my shallow breast
Lifeboat citizenry clamors
not enough to please
the Caesars and their
hierarchies of any of the
chickpea pleas on the Nile
Who sits there in denial
On the coffee can throne
Slinging mud like family jewels
And the ripe men ponder
The woods are dumb motherfuckers
Everybody knows the old terms
Leave it to Beaver and the
fucking police state
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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