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Gobbers

where did s/he first learn to snort in the snot funneling it backwards right back up into his/her head until a slight headache occurred & then pursing her/his lips, throwing out the large wad of festering phlegm out from said mouth with all the force of a personal leaf blower buried within the mouth (picturing inside one’s head the power of a dust devil roaring through & between the salivating cheeks)? that first gob sent back out into the atmosphere around us, polluting that environment which sought to pollute us, reveals a manner of taking care of one’s own, mixed with the added “rudeness” of defecating from the mouth right out there in public without a care or concern (willy-nilly) for those non-gobbers around one--- at least that is what the non-gobber community is supposed to believe, to indulge in the fantasy that there is some island out there where individuals walk around all day without a gob, a fart, a queef, a groan, an itch (when skin flicks off), a chattering biting of nails right down to the bloody stub, a scratching of the ass, balls, crotch or underarm between them--- patiently dying away in that 9-5 cubicle, properly packaged in that business casual, waiting for death, marinating in their own body odor stank.

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Date: 7/11/2012 12:45:00 PM
It was such a pleasure to read your poetry today Andrew. I hope to be able in the next few weeks to find the time and energy to read and comment. May you walk through the garden of inspiration and continue to write and share your poetry with us. Love, Carol
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