Throwing caution to the wind

I am fed up I don't know where or what I am doing with my poetry right now!!!!!



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!

God, to fall into the spiral of dog shit so early in the morning.
The spongy soft squish through my toes. Muddy journey that cakes onto my heel.
Holding on as the substance licks and humps at the cracks of my foot.

And why do I do this? I don't know. Who is this Kermit the Frog

Some pre tent ious green little monster that lurks in the backwards po' dunk
recipe for another episode of Ned Beatty's greatest hits. Or is the anti christ rapped in a green christmas car perfume tree waiting to suck the life out of the next child that happens to be unfortunate enough to stare into his eyes

Deep chasm's mesmorizing the little tots into never ending submission. Watch my little green ass shake and shimmy as Miss Piggy giggles her rack. That is really the encrypted passage to the muppets. It wouldn't surprise me one bit to see that when the camera pans off Kermit he has taken his green walking stick for a little game of round the world.
Piggy pretends to act all innocent but you know what happens when everything goes dark that's right. Rumor has it that after a black out is over on the muppet set it takes two hours to sort out and pull off each of those lil' buggers. It's like a giant dog pile.

Back to Ned Beatty. That was some weird stuff. I keep trying to rationalize what happened to them and wonder why. I don't know that there are any answers that a sane person could come up with other than they were horny. Let's look at the realism of that movie though. They were in broad daylight and despite how bass ackwards those country folk seemed to be wouldn't they have thought better? (Oh and by the way I do know that I have missed a lot of question marks and frankly I don't care).

This is me in all my glory. Waving my naked flag at all those commercialized idiots shoving their scandalized words in my face. I am no longer a slave to these emotions. A GREAT WEIGHT

HAS BEEEN LIFTED OFF

OF
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dark chasm filled with discards power rangers and severed barbie doll heads welcome me back as I write what is in my head, gut, heart, and penis. I will heed the call and draw, quarter, and hang those cutesy, artsy, pieces that I have been working on. Those silicone pieces of drag queen wigs and ken doll muscles. I will thrash apart their plastic bodies, and use their remnants to floss my butt cheeks.