~Norman Bate's Love Letter~
D-d-dear D-Dearest,
Of All those blondes and one uh brunette
It was you that I was um drawn to
On you my heart was set
I insant-uh-instantly knew
You were the one for me
You were special some how
Even Mommy could see
Where are we now?
.......R U in the shower?
Why did you run away
It was just an oversized butcher knife
I don't know what to say :(
*'Mother': Bitch!
Even though Mother Said
That you were a slut and a whore
I still couldn't get you out of um-uh-my head
I wanted you more
I could see you laying on my bed
...With my Mommy :)
You kept saying she looked dead
That really hurt me :(
Golly, I just wanted to uh...cuddle
..And stab you uh a lot
.......In the shower
*'Mother': Bitch!
I know I have a st-st-sta- uh stabbing issue
I just wanna...have a go at it...uh...stab...
Ok, so I tried to kill you
Now yer all mad!
What for?
What's your problem?
You didn't have one Before!
Ok, so you didn't know
I shoulda uh said something when we met
It's st-st-uh stressful running Mother's motel
Peeping on girls getting wet
....In the uh Shower
And then k-k-killing them all
Mother can be demanding
Once you get to know Mother
She's really loving and caring
Why won't you call? :(
I love you
Like you care anyway!
*'Mother':Uncaring Bitch!
L-L-uh Love,
Norman Bates
~The Weed Whacker~
Tortured with homicidal lingering need
Laying in the dark my unholy device
Consumed, needing to feed
My friend, the weed whacker longed to slice
I took it up with crazed vigor
It took on life immaculate
Wanting to currupt everything
Wanting to violate
The desire begging
~It wanted Poetry Chatters~
(The fallowing is 'X' rated. :) )
Slaughter the Poetry Chatters
Gag them and burn them
Drench the chat soil with their blood
Torn pixel flesh
Shoving my weed whacker up their ass
Rectal Anarchy
Sadistic pleasures unleashed
Unstoppable carnage machine
Stretched out mutilated poets
On torture racks and ice picks
Screams of agonizing horror
Chainsaw dreams through avatars
Poetical blood splatter
Spraying like confetti and string cheese
Lusting for more
Must quench the evil longing
I shove my weed whacker
Into the chatters
Who are a bunch of tumble weed fuckers
And who spell so well
And are so smart
I comit haneous acts
Of chat necrophilia
On rotting avatar corpses
I spill my evil seed into them
Ravaging and pillaging them
And still my weed whacker wants more
More poetical victoms
To slice and dice
And make poet sushi
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~~I'm a Poetry Chatter~~
I'm so Smart!
I know everything
I'm a poetry chatter
Shove it up yer ass
Loooser!
Non-Intellectual!
Learn how to spell fuck head!
I know William Blake
And Lord Byron
They my hommies
I contemplate the cosmos with them
I bet you don't
Shit head!
I'm a Google God
Master of Yahoo
I put Ask Jeeves in his place
I don't get laid
Getting laid is for the lesser class
I'm a vestal virgin
HEAR ME ROAR!
Your marriages,
And dating
Dumbass!
I watched E.R. I'm a Doctor
And I watched Kung Fu And Star Trek
That makes me a Shaolin Monk
And a Space Man
Stupid Head!
What are you smarty pants?
You can't reach my level
I'll put you in your place
With all this knowledge I have
I'm like a magic 8 ball
Or the New Millenium Encyclopedia Britannica
Suck it and love it asshole!
I pretend I like lesser chatters
Because they need love too
But sometimes I have to kick them to the curb
Because they can't handle my glory
My omnipotence
My Brilliance
I'm so Smart!
I know everything
I'm a poetry chatter
Read it and weep
PION! PEASANT!
~Klingon Practologist~
He's a real coo' space klingon
Drives a Hydraulic Dylithium Crystal ship
And loves going long
Knows how to use an Electric Whip
He drives hard
In the Neutral Zone
He's a Klingon Proctologist
Ready to battle ram ya
Captain Kirk can't compare
Nor can Alternate Universe Spock
He's got the BeeGee stare
And knows how to rock
He's got Romulan Ale
And Tricorders galore
Going to him makes you pale
He's got fun in store
He reads William Blake
And has a sweet collection of Pain Stix
When he gets you from behind...for medical sake
What's going in ain't no Pixie Stick
He's a Klingon Proctologist
Ready to battle ram ya
He's hawt with a Laser Beam
He's Jefferson Airplane with a Cloaking Device
He'll make yer ass gleam
And charges a good price
He's a killer Torpedo diver
He puts the ka in Kaplah
With Gagh he'll take ya higher
And make you yell Jaj Charj with a Hoorah!
He's a Klingon Proctologist
Ready to battle ram ya