Instant Poem

[jackshoegazer]

"On the Fly, Just now I Sigh"

To those who prefer to ponder,
I offer this abstract wonder:
A rambling rant of disdain power,
Emotional terror, an abject flower.

Bullshit, you scream from coast to coast,
I thrust the post and told the ghost,
Your hair is more like silk than most,
Frayed and frazzled, we drink, we toast.

You paint a pulse of anti-matter,
The room, it squeals with inane chatter,
Mr. DeeJay spin the platter,
And spray us all with fecal matter.

Oh gross! you say at my disaster,
Poetic decency, my dead Zen Master,
A rhyming scheme sure to shatter,
An ecstatic affront to my grey matter.

Listen close, here's one more verse,
A chance to rant, a chance to curse,
Mother, listen, open your purse,
You'll find an ocean, my heart immerse.
I wrote this just now, did not rehearse.
This could go on and on, perverse,
But trust me folks, it just gets worse.

Comments

[abbydabby.livejournal.com]

YAY for improvisation! I enjoyed thoroughly! Especially the part with the Dj flinging fecal matter. Very appropriate. :D