You can give the screw-loose sign I recognize the likes of you a mile off. I say hello! You must have a POV and answers On every fucking matter. Blow! Blow you! Blow!
The likes of you considered the men of taste But who thinks so except of you? Time to embrace! Today each fuck is know-it-all, but I say one: My work is for rolled up sleeves and shut face
I want you teach me how to live, completely! Cuz you are nought. Cuz you are shit. I fuck in the mouth with flabby dick your poetry! Cuz all true poets are dead. All true poets are dead.
You use brains another way and look OTOH, but things will never change because of that. I and guys, we have fists and something want to say First: a poetry is dead... but we’re alive yet!
Second thing we believe you’re fucking ass May not demand a respect for yourself. It’s only to deserve! We are ready take a firm stand to divide impostors from The guys whose words and verses live when they don’t give a fuck this hole.
I want you teach me how to live, completely! Cuz you are nought. Cuz you are shit. I fuck in the mouth with flabby dick your poetry! Cuz all true poets are dead. All true poets are dead.