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>> "WE'RE ALL FUCKED!" <<
by -> Mack
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Hi, these are from my friend Mack. I know it's poetry, but it's
funny. He actually read these outloud in (mock)seriousness at a poetry
reading at my school (BTW, they're best if you read them with a Southern
Accent in mind).
-- PezMonkey (Official h0e Translator)
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"FUCKED"
F is for Fern who found her a book
She opened the pages to take her a look
But all of these pages were covered with lye
SHE DIED
U is for Uma who dined at your Denny's
She ordered all she could for a fist full of pennies
What she got was a sewer rat, whole and deep fried
SHE DIED
C is for Clarence whose mama was fat
She crushed something dead every time that she sat
So under an ass that was near 6 ft wide
HE DIED
K is for Kevin who liked his sex kinky
A whip and a chain made him all hot and stinky
So alone in a bed, all bound, gagged and tied
HE DIED
E is for Eunice who bungee jumped down
Off of a tower in the middle of town
but the cord snapped, and oh how she flied
SHE DIED
D is for DuWayne who stewed in ennui
So he strung up a noose and climbed a tall tree
He jumped off the limb, and the rope didn't give...
BUT HE LIVED!
WE'RE ALL FUCKED!
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"Chicken Soup For the Soul Reaped by Leviathan:
A Collaboration with Myself"
There once was a girl named Esmerelda who lived in the forest, but
that's not my story...
I was licking the warm autumn rain off his neck when I realized I
couldn't love,
My lips went numb and I stared at his hoop earring like it was in
midconversation
It was all I could do to keep from bludgeoning myself with a blunt
object
Love? An irritant? Like a giant crab knawing at the crotch of my
soul?
WHY!?
Did I kick one too many puppies? Drown too many kittens?
I didn't even remember that my father molested me when I was five
until my therapist told me it was true.
So THAT can't be it...
(Did you ever notice that the word RAPIST is in the word THERAPIST?
*THE* *RAPIST*...)
A drop of water fell from his earring and meshed with his black
t-shirt.
I laughed and felt my own cold breath splash against my face before
I kissed his neck again.
~FUCK IT~
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #223 -- written by Mack -- 4/3/98 *