pat@ih1ap.UUCP (Patrick A. Fargo) (08/22/84)
Mystery Shit
Total mush really sucks
they call it poetry.
With rainbows and sweet smelling trees
Beauty, love, life's mystery.
Little this, and soft that
Its enough to make the cat spat.
With God and wishes cramed in nitches
Makes you want to go pee pee in your britches.
Colors streaming through the sky
Yellow puss burgers in your eye
The stench of 1000 maggots
Sucking on your picnic lunch.
Forever, and ever
Eyes sobbing to the gills
We hear of somber sickness
And the taste of life is Dill!
Enough is enough and I mad as hell
So life's not great and people make mistakies
Poetry is like a fresh squeezed pimple-
The more you have the worst you look?
A nany mouse