Monday, Oct. 15, 2001
"I'm only ingesting asbestos in jest,"
said the tapdancing monkey with blood on his vest;
I told him that I didn't think it was funny.
"Who says you know funny, you ignorant fuck?"
he said with a sneer, and I urged him to suck
my cock, because he's not getting my money.
At these words he paused, and dabbed at the blood
which flowed from his nose in an unfettered flood;
a honey bear filled up with blood, not with honey,
and the spout at his nose, not the crown of his head--
I couldn't believe that the guy wasn't dead.
Wait, was he a monkey or was he a bunny?
Milestones
the commune's scratch 'n sniff look at last year's office potluck
Opportunities
Pants a Capitalist
Free Virus Baggies
Take a Kitten, Please
the commune book selections
the commune's Bear in Rearview
the commune's Big Book of Duke
Faces of the commune
the commune 100: Leaders and Revolutionaries
the commune 100: Traitors and Noodledicks
FAQ Shwartz |
Site Map's Somewhere in the Glovebox |
Search In Vain |
Contract Ick
Privacy Police |
Terms of Gary Busey |
Reprints & Persimmons |
Press Eject Now
Victim
There’s a gray hole/in my/soul/where you ripped/out my -/shall we call it a/heart?/Do souls have/hearts?
in DAD'S basement
sometimes/i wish i/was the FONZ/make believe/dad was/mr. C/he would give/fatherly/
advice/instead of/calling me/shithead
Hairy Walnuts
Maybe I was just feeding the cat his own hairballs
over and over again, every night
But how was I buying big bags of my own cat's hairballs
in supermarkets all across town?
