Written like bad Ginsberg,
With a whole lot of ass and cunt,
A whole lot of masturbatory references,
Neither rhythm nor rhyme,
Not the archetype,
Poet isn’t priest, just a whiney kid on myspace.
There’s something about this… I like it.
Thanks, I was being self-depreciating when I wrote this…which figures being self-absorbed as I am.
Notice the amount of I’s in that.
The Priest They Called Him - A collaborative album between William S.(Seward) Burroughs and Kurt Cobain
lhw - AKA: The Straight-faced Clown AKA: M.C. Tape-Hiss
I see you finally wrote a poem for me.
Oh, who’s self-absorbed now!!
lol.