I hear news --
Of no more
Sick words
From THAT --
Stalkadillo
He's squeezing --
His mind's pulp?
Burning up --
His twirlie birds?
Scorching his own --
Midnight's bile?
Licking his state --
Of rancid denial?
Struggling madly --
For something
Unique to say?
Some new horror?
To release --
A doorknob effect?
A juicy tidbit --
Of some terrorism?
A slitherism --
In the brush?
A variation --
On Chop Sue-eeeey?
Chopped slivers
Of evil shivers
Without affect
Blah, blah, blah
Over burned-out
Victims' groans.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**This is a purely adult work. No portion of this work reflects any issues of child abuse, munchausens, munchausens by proxy, fictitious disorders, multiple personality disorder or any other circumstance wherein the author of this poem is at fault. This work contains a great deal of sarcasm.
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