A Show Of Gratitude

Thank you very much for dropping by... I'll like to repay your kindness by sharing some of my poetry and thereby terrorizing (and attempting to deconstruct) what sanity you may have. Take a good mental picture of it, dear boys and girls... You're going to miss it. Straight to the Looney bin you go!

The Fly

Lonely sat I by the windowsill,
All I had for company was a fly.

Here's another one.

This is NOT art

This is NOT art, so she said.
Broke my heart, made we wept.

Incorrect grammar, she thinks.
Shut the fuck up, I sing.

This is NOT art.
Bullshit.

If this be not art, then let art not be.

Maximus Profunditus.
Me.

I can so see you reading all this and going: "What the Fu...?! Argghh! My brain! My brain! It's melting!" Hehe.

Here's yet another one.

Words

Why do I even try
But though I try and not succeed,
I will try and try and try… till the day I die.

To lament without trying to prevent or invent
Is to be a person without intention to better oneself
To lament after trying to prevent or invent
Is to be me when I give in and give up.

Oooo I'm on a roll here...

Tea

See.
Behold the cup of Tea.
Earl grey, bitter sweet, gingerly.

Right. Done my service to society. I shall retire, for now.