Life nonsense intolerance
*Complete nonsense trigger warning* ( inspired by my out of tune singing of Smash mouths-‘all Star’)
Hey, now you’re an office fuckstar!
Orgasms in the office stopped mid-flow,
then the printer got jammed,
And made life so
Wants a piece of fame.
still, these waters run deep.
swim off to get away from the look at me’ protestors with their self-drawn, scrawled picket’.
Jam need more than cursing semen.
I’ve got energy I need to burn up.
Let me feast like queen-on sushi and haute cuisine.
It’s not like I have nothing to do.
I have a to-do list,
Daisy in the Willows believe it or not.
I’m not getting my usual kicks from turning blue.
I’m talking nonsense cos I’m frustrated.
People are fickle.
So, here I am
typing — wisely refusing to do any ass wiping-
I’m worth more than a nickel.
Money is a means to an end
Credit – I’m borrowing on limited time only.
Interest served for these corporations
Who turn my life into a hang man’s noose.
cul de sac
loopy dead end.
Everybody wants a fake bake .
I failed the pencil test rule
I need to buy new lingerie for own my blushing breasts sake.
sexual and passionate-
not a fan of
Being Laid In.
look at me
Casper the ghost has nothing on this glowing skin.
I don’t fit in.—
there’s no scene
Unless I acknowledge it.
Let me be ignorant.
Insight is turning me into some evil mutant
I’m a music whore — to my very core.
Hell has nothing on me-
Sending tickets to remind them I am the serpent from mythic folklore.
Shut your taboos up .
I have nothing to hide….
-except for a few stretch marks and an imagined belly that resembles raw pork in a butchers shop
Shave my head
Take my dignity
I’m feeling rather ranty.
So much to do.
Typing shit – I’m probably due my meds cos now I’m on Electric Avenue.
Write to recover from mental imbalances.
I’m feeling better-
my memory’s erased from CBT shock therapy.
Thanks doc , I brought extra-large diapers,
and now I’m better walking round like baby Huey-
toddler mentality of a pig.
Before I get diced into a stew with other mashed up veggies.
*Apologies for this post*
Posted on Sep 14, 2017, in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged poems, POETRY, self expression, Stream of consciousness, stream of consciousness writing, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.