I wonder why you bother; putting on a halo.

[Sir Canvas Corpsey]

Something that my mind pooped while I was in the bathroom drying after my shower, also loosely based on parts of my dream from last night.


I wonder why you bother;
putting on a halo
and walking
down the street

You molest little girls,
and eat exotic prawns off
a platter made of AIDS baby spines,
but we don't know this

We hate you because
your wallet is never empty,
not because you killed our fathers,
that was a faulty plane engine, right?

You robbed good will
and now you sit at the top
of an elevator, doing something
that apparently warrants happiness

We don't know your real crime,
but we always pray; that as you
walk out that door, the moon will fall
and crush your fat ass.



All critique and comments welcome, good or bad!

[Underwater Ophelia]

The semi-colon makes no sense.

[Necrophagist]

So?

jmwtdag.

[Sir Canvas Corpsey]

Originally Posted by Underwater Ophelia

The semi-colon makes no sense.

I can't believe I didn't see that, let's just pretend the punctuation is correct.

[Vivi]

I love poems that attack other people. They inspire me to produce more imaginative and brutal insults. Nice job.

[Steppenwolf]

Like the substance , but not the style .

[Mr. Filth]

I put on halo because it's a good song.

And when our worlds they fall apart
when the walls come crashing in
though we may deserve it
it will be worth it.

The poem; I couldn't get past the 2nd stanza. "Platter of AIDS baby spines" Seriously?

[Sir Canvas Corpsey]

What about it Mr Filth?

I am interested to hear.

i'm pretty sure part of that line in the 2nd stanza was partly due to Sara Silverman's (sp?) "Jesus is Magic" , specifically, (thinking back on it ) the bit about the gem created from the tips of Ethiopian children's tail bones.