Chicken Muck #2 by Artur DesruisseauxI watch these old black and white movies
all the actors are dead
a long time ago
so sad
these high society babes
a penthouse in New York
opening letters from numerous lovers
smoking long cigarettes
men committing suicide over them
the doors always open
for these gals.
when they get old society smears them with slime
and tosses them in the trash.
men are like worker bee's
the queen is a cunt
time erases your face
while the earth is hungry for your body
long cigarettes will kill you quicker
than short ones
5:48 on a Sunday morning
more Sunday night football
more sweaty balls
all those sweaty asses
marching to blow of a horn and a smack of the snare
Monday night football
I can hear your grunts
pass me the balls!
do it for god and country!
I am bored by all of this
I am bored by you
everything is chicken muck
chicken parts
chicken pot pie
chicken little
You don't know me and you never will.
Sunday morning
I can explode now :()
12/21/2014 Posted on 12/21/2014 Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/23/14 at 01:24 PM As a big fan of those old black and white movies, I can certainly relate to the first part of this. I like the dark humor also in the second part. Fascinating capture, Artur. |
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