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But she walked behind

She knew the work of modern art
and wore the coolest smile
she read some books on poetry
and learned the rules of style

Though she had love, and even sex
it did not make her weep
she swam across a frozen lake
and never made it deep

And-she-started-to-fuck-around-if-you-know-the-metaphor-like-a-female-Dr.Dre-impersonator-offcourse-it-was-rather-amusing-as-some-comedian-felt-that-she-did-so-in-a-place-no-real-modern-people-came-anyhow.

Oh
how I remember the sixties,
the seventies, eighties and even the nineties.
Those wonderful days when
everybody stood together
in
one big cake to
proclaim the truth of deconstruction.


This dick is friendly she felt as it was
inserted in the center of her brain
but as the years went on
anger
against those who dared not pay the
price of truth
rose
She dished him:
Dim di di di di dum
is your brain but soft-soap cum
do you know a line that's real
learn the truth, my cunt, and kneel

showing off by pulling down
finally put us on the map
We were known as
connoisseurs of the real by
displaying the unreal.

Ohdarlingmyohsolovelywherehasthoubeensolongisthatpaintonuyourfaceyouknowwhosentmeegoeimiyoucannotfuckaroundyoucannotseethoseotherguysyoubelongtomyheartyoushallbekilledifyoudonotgowithmeallthewaythefireiamtheverylastyouseetheveryfirstyoufeltbewareofthekeeperofthevineyard

Books
in those days,
Derrida, Barthes and others.

We were powerful

and the books are still around.
They speak important stuff even today


Listen
a word like bitch do not belong to the factory anymore
it does not belong to the young generation of housewives who did not dare losing their selves by letting other women take care of there children
it does not belong to a dictionary of the nine teens (trying everything, and actually loving it)
It was written : A rose in your butt in the light of the moon, and my dick in your mouth, I will come to you soon. disgusting? not really! provocative? are you kidding!
Listen
gay men seek the virus as a holy thing, this is where we are, thats real
the blood will be inflamed by sucking very small dicks on those Asian Kentucky Fried Chickens
some girls in sheets will pour gasoline(which they still control) over the children of swedish try-hard-parents

Even to those breathtaking anarchists
who have not read this

Oh love, oh passionate girl,
oh dove of fragrant night
I think you would like Champagne
but the truth just heavy with Sprite

I will speak frankly:

This seems to be trying to be vulgar for the sake of being vulgar....like a message meant to shock and incite some semblance of awareness. This is my opinion giving the writer the benefit of the the doubt.

Otherwise it is seems to me to be non-redeemable smut, wrapped in a few aphorisms and a poetic shawl.

Laurie

I rather like this. If I'm not mistaken (and could well be, I often am), this is about a lost love and that loves lost dreams. Well, it is to me anyway!

"trying to be vulgar for the sake of being vulgar"

-Reality sometimes is vulgar. I believe poetry should reflect reality.

"non-redeemable smut"
-a rather vulgar comment, this is my opinion giving the writer the benefit of the the doubt.

Very revealing poem expressing the author's great fear of womankind.
The need to diminish the female is very strong.
Author is also obsessed with roses. Small roses.