Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle (original) (raw)

(no subject) [Apr. 7th, 2011|01:26 am]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
up ahead is underground.the air, the water, everything is soiled with radiation.superhuman rot,putrid boils filled with pus,extra limbs fall off replaced by another one growing out of your ass.a convenient death is payback for destructive creation.after a thousand cycles of nonlinear time it was bound to happen now that everyone is capableof striking water from a rock made of formica.
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(no subject) [Mar. 29th, 2011|12:26 pm]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
if it were so and so to speak as likely or some othermore likely otherwiseif anythingit would be likely more or less worse than this.
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Easter Shifts [Mar. 24th, 2011|06:24 am]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
[**mood** |groggygroggy]Easter shifts according to somethingEcclesiasticalWonderfulBunnies wait behind gatesIn massesReady to hop out at just the right timePastel colored eggs are being held by Sisyphusian servantsHe hired themBecause he was so tiredFrom before
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Not Knock [Mar. 13th, 2011|02:53 pm]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
[Current Location |United States, New York, Brooklyn] [mood okayokay] [music Michigan Radio NPR]This is not a little tapNor a mere knockIt's a big bangKNOCK KNOCKAnd my theory is thatSuch a loud sound would summon you backBack to the doorKNOCK KNOCKThe door of crappy poems galoreCome back my crappy poet friendsAnd spread your crap all over the worldCome out from the Facebook tombKNOCK KNOCKIn which you were buried aliveThis is a summons to the ghosts Of bad poetsTo rapKNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Sitting in the graveyard is cold when you're aloneSo warm it up with spiritsPour all overLet us drink itThe elixir of amazing wordsSyrupy and thickAnd it might be sweetOr bitterThe vinegar worldA high acidic kickA lemonA lime KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKGive lemonsLet's make them into lemonadeAnd let's make a stand againHopefully --- and you never knowSomeone will pay twenty-five centsKNOCK KNOCKIt's not moneyIt's laborIt's loveIt's effortlessIt'sKNOCKYou gotta knack for the knockWhat do you got?
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(no subject) [Apr. 17th, 2009|12:17 am]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
This was my entry into my university's annual Bad Poetry Contest in 2007. The Joseph in the title would be the then-editor of our literary magazine, who was giving me crap for not having anything prepared for the contest. I did not win anything. I am not sure whether that is a compliment or an insult.I have to come up and say this or Joseph will beat meA haiku is fivesyllables, then seven, andthen five again.... shit!
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Love Poem to Anarki [Apr. 17th, 2009|12:56 am]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
aNaRCKYY! is asbeautifulas the sightof a fat dickhead from the G8(whose summitIPROTESTED!!!!!!!!!!)chokingon hisK.F.C.(to the protestI wore my union-madeS U P E R F L Yt-shirt, which got me18 girls,it said"cracktivist")
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I was told to post here again. [Sep. 8th, 2008|02:04 am]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
30 Minutes or LessPizza delivery boyscome to my door withgoatees andtoo many singles in change,shocked to realizethey're pizza delivery men.
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Dead Or Alive Or Just Another 80's Band [Sep. 7th, 2008|10:06 pm]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
Where did all the cyber poets go?To the refrigerator door To fetch some snacksSally never came backAnd when they came back they signed up for MySpace accountsIt's a true accountAnd LJ became passeDoctor Suess has long ago diedAnd along with his corpseIs these user accountsBut the users aren't usingThere is no drug war any moreBad poets come backNeed that long over dueLog on Bulletin board fix
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a poem and an idea [Jul. 26th, 2007|10:09 pm]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
And seeing her againgoing through some door or anotherShe recognized me vaguelyyes we once planned to wearnicotine patches and smoke cigarettesThat was some time ago.Does anyone want to whore out their journal? I've been wanting to read something new on this thing.
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Irony discussion [Jun. 8th, 2007|10:24 am]Walt Shitman's Bad Poets' Circle
There was a barroom debate over whether that song "Ironic" actually had ironic things in it. I could only remember two, and it seemed like irony to me. But let's go to the song:An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn't it ironic ... don't you think **Well, I think it's 'cosmic irony'; it's not the sarcastic kind, but I'd allow it.**Chorus It's like rain on your wedding day this is ironic only to a culture which associates rain with gloom. So it's a bit insenstive to the Chinese, but it makes senseIt's a free ride when you've already paid **Hey, you can go to the Black Keys show next week for free! Don't buy tickets, ask me how!**It's the good advice that you just didn't take I think this one's a bit more tenuous, but I get it, it's a song about how life has these sucky moments, and this fits inWho would've thought ... it figures Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought 'Well isn't this nice...' And isn't it ironic ... don't you think Textbook example of irony.Repeat Chorus Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think everything's okay and everything's going right And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face It's a traffic jam when you're already lateNot irony. It would have to be like, a bus ran over a guy directing traffic (to keep it flowing, eh?) and that caused a back up. Or if you thought the main way to get somewhere would be slow so you take a short cut and IT turns out to be jammed, while on the radio, the traffic guy says how smooth the main way is flowing. That's a little wordy for a song It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break **Just walk farther down the parking lot, dummy,**It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife stupidIt's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife **it's more ironish than ironic, a stronger image would be "the man of my dreams, who really, really raped me."**And isn't it ironic... don't you think A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think... Repeat Chorus Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out Helping you out So it looks like the last verse is the weakest, and what those Best Week Ever jokers must have focused on, Fox News style.
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