I like to skulk along cheery suburban lanes, lull
and lure gullible, vulnerable underage children,
get them into my van with candy and beat them bloody
with a rubber police truncheon. What the fuck! Who the hell
would say things like these, what possible - can we, is it
allowed, what remedy? This is beyond what we can tolerate!
Some - who, what does he call himself, call it - poetry? Fuck
that! As a society, you know - we know this is not "art," it's
"I know it when I see it!" Art like this
ought to be punishable by, fine, what
- imprisonment? Not remotely! Not enough,
what about - lynch mob justice? You bet it is,
this motherfucker will be tracked down, bum
rushed and strung up - then set on
FIRE
for such verse, such words - it doesn't even qualify!
It's not "art" why you,
You
you "shock" "artist" - what's so shocking about a SCUMBAG?
We're sick enough of this already, sick of you, this so-
called "art" of yours is not "edgy,"
"transgressive," it is just the same USUAL SICK SHIT
we need to come together on as a collective and agree to see
"Hey, this needs stamping out," - Let's see how "performance
art" your twitches and sizzles on the electric chair are! PATRIOT
ACT, MOTHERFUCKER! We're pretty sure we got you covered
there! Next time check the fine print before saying some shit
like that about the kids, it's a hate crime - it's terrorism
it is! To try to say that shit, something outrageous just to
whatever, make people think you're a rebel outcast artist
trying to distance our comfortable comfort zones away from how
we'd like it to be, and right smack down into that sick gutter
of how it "really is" - oh, what - so THAT'S your defense?
Is that your excuse? "I wasn't really - it was just - ! I was being
edgy and transgressive," well you fucked up there, hoss. Didn't
you? Not the reception you hoped to get, all gala luncheon and laurels
for spreading your filth as manure culture? Yeaaaaaahhhhhh TWAT!
Twat on you, you little pissminnow! You screwed it
on this one, pal. You shat the tux, there will be
no gala luncheon. Let's see how "edgy" and "transgressive"
WE can get, now - it's our turn to shock! Oh, we can be very
creative, too - ever heard of Performance Justice? We hereby
verdict you:
Indefensible!
Inexcusable! And yeah,
we already knew
the world is shit by the way, and people are
scum, you worm. You have added no new
information to our lives,
with your vile little "poetic"
(so-called)
disclosures that do nothing but illuminate the slimy
yellow contours of your own SICK BRAIN. You will not be in receipt
of the Nobel Prize.
Instead, guess what you get? Acclaim? No! You get
the full service treatment. Investigate! Arrest!
Charge! Try! Convict! Let's sentence you
to something so cruel, we'll have to make it usual
in order for it to stand up on appeal! Therefore,
CONSISTENTLY, for ALL people like you, the penalty
will hencefore, uniformly, USUALLY be: put you in a room,
immobilized by straps, and with, an automatic robot dildo
set to "slow, deep and punitive" - going RIGHT UP WHERE
you so (probably-lying) tell us you DON'T want it.
Sicko!
Well maybe you truly don't, don't want it there. Here
it comes! - this is only the first
of ten to twenty years' worth
of weekly sessions, without
the possibility of.
Here it comes, thoroughly
and deep all the way in, stimulating
your so-called "prostate" PLEASURABLY
- the LAST thing you want! - hey, is that
an ERECTION? Are we MAKING YOU GAY? Are you getting
off on this? Titillated by it you sick perverted
sick fuck?! Take it! Take it, what you deserve! This
sick shit is EXACTLY what
you are going to get!
For what it's worth, I sure do
get a sublime and entirely unerotic
satisfaction, from seeing justice done
so creatively, and so well. And oh well, so
should the world. That's right,
for what you shouldn't have said,
and as a dire warning to others, THIS
little sentence is going out live
on the internet. Patriot Act once again!
Lest we forget, and like I just said: utter
abrogation of rights, in the interest of
the kids?
IT'S IN THERE.
Oh, it's in there. NOW
how do you like your so-called
disgusting, degenerate "ART"
mister "poet"?! How's THAT for the "power" of "art"
to "shock"!
Another scumbag off the streets. Courtesy of free verse
vengeance.
Folks, if only it could really work this way - or could it?
Please,
write your congressman,
find out for me,
for you,
for all of us and especially -
For the kids I mean.
Please.
3 comments:
Man, this poem is just unpleasant from beginning to end.
I wonder if I should write more unpleasant poems. Maybe the next one would be better!
On different topics, though. This meditation on two poles of human nastiness business is just ugly and depressing, and like one of the speakers in the poem, I'm far from convinced it has redeeming artistic value.
Maybe things like, unpleasant poems about trees. Or about the sun in the sky. I bet things like these can be made feverish and discomforting! Sun, on sun in the sky, you sick fuck, what are you doing to those trees...? Um.
The concept needs work but hides merit.
Sun in the sky
like a giant white hot
white head
ready to pop
on a huge blue smurf's back
magnified all out of scale
your rays rain down on me like, well, to continue the metaphor,
pus, I guess. How fucking
disgusting
is that?!
The End.
hm.
Yeah that won't cut it. That's not good enough to make the 365 this year.
The above poem "Unconscionable! Indefensible!" was originally titled "No Online Poet Is Tougher On Crime."
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