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Big Purple

These chains of deceit that bind me to this hardwood seat. 
I bend and break the bars that confine, but they remain, like the haughty, jagged grin of an eroded skull. 
Such good times as these are even visited by dark slips of the gut from thoughts of tortures past. 
It was a massive structure, swathed in a meagerly regal indigo, lined in placid silver. 
In this place I did not cry of neglect. I was no dark horse, puffing promises of vengeance 
for the cruelty and nonchalance of my lords. 
They catered to me well, forever willing to stir into my cauldron their own lazily construed dogmas. 
But O, so long as I gazed upon the faces of my peers, eyes starried with anticipation of knowledge 
and fantastic visions of other world intrigue, I could not lead the expected life of indifference. Intrigue 
of the kind that I confusedly examined, reaching deep into the dark, conceptual pit of the unknown, and unproven. 
Exhausted, I came to my knees, deep in the cave, to rest, to wait for all the promised realities to reveal themselves. 
I waited so very long for such things. Drew and blew irreplaceable breaths 
awaiting the truth of falsehood to at last burst forth, at the final moment, to redeem itself.

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Why Skateboarding Is Illegal

a few years ago 
  
i was walking from my car 
  
to my apartment. 
  
around the corner, i heard a skateboard 
  
and sure enough, skateboy mcf*ckenstein 
  
comes plowing around the corner. 
  
the kid hit a rock or something and 
  
beefed all over the sidewalk. 
  
i approached him, and stated: 
  
"if you vote for george w. bush, 
  
he will molest your children." 
  
now, almost thirty years later, 
  
i am crouched beneath this mildew 
  
enshrined bungalow, 
  
curdling my teaspoons of 
  
tequila. 
  
if only skateboy mcf*ckenstein 
  
had listened. 








i don't think he was even old enough to vote. 

such is the cruelty of fate.

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The Poem With No Title

This is the poem with no title.

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Jaquan Had a Dream

Asian dude
wearing an
Air-Jordan™  shirt

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Riding Around Town In a Burgundy Pickup Truck

Tell me 
What you see 
When you 
Look at me 
is it really what you thought 
it was? 
And I've 
had enough  
of things like love 
and bitterness. 
Got no one to thank but the 
clouds in the sky, 
but why, why do they seem 
so grateful?
Sign me up for the winter 
cuz the summer's got me down 
When I see all these hard bodies 
it makes me frown

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Titty of Poem

Hey, this poem is about something very specific. It's 
gonna make a clever observation with a wry little 
punchline right at the end, right before the Kool-Aid Man 
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Polytheism

A quiet prelude
to a mystical piece:
It is apparent
that my spiritual side
must be released.
Perhaps it is
to my squeakin' wheel
the grease.
Upon my brain
I signed the lease.
It just ran out.
Why pout?
Why pick only one?
Museth I.
There are many in the sky.
Allah, Yahweh, Zoroaster
and Ja'Quan
For communion I shall
eat fried wontons.
Worship shall be led
by Daniel Johnston,
and the sermons 
delivered by the
filthiest derelict
in Atlantic City.
Life sure can be ****ty,
so I pray to my gods
and hope for their pity.
Buddha came through for me.
But he wanted to borrow $3.50
for some baked ziti.

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Dirty Skank Whore

You're a dirty skank whore 
You're a dirty skank whore.  
Skankin' around the neighborhood, 
Everybody knows you're up to no good 
You're a dirty skank whore 
You're a smelly dishrag  
Yeah, you're a smelly dishrag. 
The boys know to go to you 
When they want to cure their blues 
Cuz you're a smelly dishrag. 
You've got diseases 
Yeah you've got diseases. 
When you spread your legs at the clinic 
The doctor said 'the f*ck's been in this?'
You've got diseases
Cuz you took a poz load. 
Yeah you took a poz load. 
The dude swore that he was clean. 
Now you've got HIV,  
Cuz you took a poz load.  
You're broke with five kids.  
Yeah, you're broke with five kids.  
Two weeks till your welfare's done  
You should've just became a nun.  
Cuz you're broke with five kids.

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Dancing Ballerinas On a Pile of Steaming Alien Shi,T

f*ck justin bieber 
f*ck harold and kumar 
f*ck huey lewis 
f*ck star trek 
  
  
  
f*ck everything that isn't classical music 
f*ck art that doesn't make sense who the f*ck would pay 
5 billion dollars for splotches 
of 
paint 
  
  
  
f*ck mariah carey 
f*ck reading books 
get a kindle god dammit 
it's 2012 
and people still read books 
and listen to the beatles 
what the f*ck is wrong with you troglodytes

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Gas Station

A young man in overalls 
remarked to me: 
"How 'bout them Redskins?" 
I couldn't think of anything 
worthwhile to say, so 
I refrained from speaking.