Poetry Judges 4- Contd

planning and replanning all the freaking time twenty four seven who are you to judge the problem is you if you like some shoot you say it is good great write brilliant touching and all those crap sorry back to reading the 38 poems most of them are laborious today following a pattern artificial rhyming big funky words for no reason no life or spark i am hungry who am i to judge still we judge silently then i write nice johnny or clarinet or gangadhar or whatsoever people like their names even when you are angry at them life is so funny like a snake and mangoose i am getting kind of tired from last nights no alcohol no cigars and no ecstatic union i was forced to quit the first 2 a few years ago thanks to the architect of the third familiarity breeds contempt you know what i am saying F word what happened to pete and keith or rocco i can kind of relate to or bev skate and charms or the destroyer or the silent well i skip the one liners and the contests usually but today i need to keep my promise and i am hungry F the lady from the south i guess who was talking about black and white pools gave a small lift like a glass of beer i am tired of writing nice nice and very nice i need to urinate and defecate[are they bad words} and eat the cold break fast soon the one liners are really getting onto my nerves and the contests the lady from the east really flipping me out i am on thirty one and jeez this guy who has written about five thousand poems and still writing the same old beauty eday is on.i am holding my breath praying to god for patience and am writing very very nice for the last time today my breakfast is cold who am i to judge