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The Plastic Clown - The Breakfast of My Beast

12/26/2013

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THE BREAKFAST OF MY BEAST

frightened
kind of
by the beast
that’s eaten my inner child
my default depression setting
keeps it sedate & unambitious
tame
i fear yr hand on my cock
or a well written poem
of mine
will become a new
never before seen
alarm clock
& every governmental
lie
striking a bell(a death knell?)
cacophony & yr lust
the pink & purple streaks
of a wakeful sky
the dawn of my power
but don’t touch my dick
& i shan't write a good poem
i’m not ready to change
the world just yet
not yet
not yet
wait a while longer
master of the universe
gig
& i’ve never paid my rent
yr pussy keeps me from
sleeping through the good movies
i pulled my eye from yr cunt
to read the classics
& a lot of other good books
& my sketchy employment
threw up on me
& i’m too lazy to wipe it off
cause i want to pay
for some things
yer
mastery is elusive
reaching erases
simple being pools ink
fuel
for the uncomfortable
scratchings
of poetry
a leader of leaders
a gallon of galleons
pirate prick
un-shoved
& we all know that
no-one can rule
everyone
& i refuse to be no-one
yet here i am
surrounded by scratchings
& unhappiness
with a splinter of the love
we all share
stuck in my eye
& i cant get it out
no matter how i try
& i cannot
i do not
accept this burden
the tv spots have all run
like my goth eyeliner
down into the publics
subconscious
which is like my (darkened)
every-mans face
& every-womans
because i am 37% chick
& everyone votes
(even God)
cause everyone wants things to be better
(even God)
even if only a little
for a little while
a little relief
please God
let me shower a little
long-lasting relief
like the freak rain-storm
that i am
& yr love is all i’ve had to eat today
better meals but none
more filling
& i wont say that
Jesus fucked me
when i was a child
thank you satan
for putting that line
in my mouth
makes me feel molested
with a blasphemous cock
& that’s no way
to rule the universe
& excuse me for a moment
while i smoke some
heroin & pussy
wipe my mouth
with a napkin sodden
with children’s humiliations
to rule the universe
hungry
horny
& jones-ing for another hit
the master of this universe
servant to all
vote for me
vote for me
& i will show you how
to let the rivers of love
flow between the mountains
of yr unhappiness
forever & ever
amen

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