No place to put this

[twelveoone]

QUOTE=Neonurotic;41902030 you'd like to do/see before we kick the bucket, with a couple of rules. Of course. Without rules, there is no challenge (and Neo likes to make rules).



• 2. The poem must of course include what you like to do/see before you die.

• 3. Once you fiddle with your poem here in this thread, you must submit it to be posted for the masses. Thus giving the daily New Poems recommender something good to recommend and then solidifying your Bucket List.
![/QUOTE]

Neo, you must know by now, 1201 has trouble following the rules, I commend you for the thread, and I'm not going to clutter it up.
But this was at least a partial impetus for the following piece of nonsense, bucket/fuck it. Since I writing about death already.
Off I went.

Republican city planner's dream...

...if you thought about anal sex as much as I have... paraphrasing Rick Santorum

You can kiss my shiny metal ass - Bender

I want to get fucked
in the bucket
by King Midas
at the time
of my last dying breath.
No need for a hole
a stone or a box,
just plop me on a pedestal
in one of our city parks.

My grimace
should keep the birds
off my shoulder.
My golden ass
glowing red
with the setting sun.

...turns into a nightmare



And then the scrappers came and took me
melted me and sold me
to make same sex wedding rings.
I hope they get it
on the right finger
at least.

 

[twelveoone]

Fuck
Your Cunt
Is like heaven


The Crab nebula
Decayed​

I wonder how many submitters would realize this is actually one "poem"?
I think some of the readers might

The real sorry thing is that is better than some of...

Well I just read one this morning that the only skill set that was exhibited may have been that of being ambidextrous

Well I was just expressing myself

In layman's terms it's known as jerking off

 

[twelveoone]

death cums
you're fucked

mirrored

you're fucked
death cums​

really? never quite thought of it that way before

 

[twelveoone]

a bucket full of poet brains
lay spallered on the floor
a full load of Prions by the score
and lumbered in the numbered one
bio haz mat cdc level 4
and look i recognize that one
browned frontal lobe upon the floor
tis peony the poet god
dess i recognise his dress
but whats a bucket more
a bucket less i clean up the mess
and then the raven then pipes in
look west nile vire-ess

 

[butters]

a bucket full of poet brains
lay spallered on the floor
a full load of Prions by the score
and lumbered in the numbered one
bio haz mat cdc level 4
and look i recognize that one
browned frontal lobe upon the floor
tis peony the poet god
dess i recognise his dress
but whats a bucket more
a bucket less i clean up the mess
and then the raven then pipes in
look west nile vire-ess

careful, or i'll be a-callin' you spongiform bob

or the janitor...

don't be all weak and weary, twelve.

 

[twelveoone]

careful, or i'll be a-callin' you bob

or the janitor...

don't be all weak and weary, twelve.

damn raven
crapped on Turco's book of spongiforms
and i was using it to see what Ms. Moore was using

 

[twelveoone]

Schrodinger's cat fight

the horror of a shudder
an echo of baited breath

and over parapet yonder
neither raven nor an eagle
but rather common seagull
that shits upon my window

just another view

that was a reference to an exchange
but
this guy is a hoot, about every fourth or fifth line, in his latest, in the middle is just one of those lines i wish i wrote
The dessert of our life separated into slices, to be consumed and enjoyed but never really together.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1311984&page=submissions

 

[Desejo]

Schrodinger's cat fight

the horror of a shudder
an echo of baited breath

and over parapet yonder
neither raven nor an eagle
but rather common seagull
that shits upon my window

just another view

that was a reference to an exchange
but
this guy is a hoot, about every fourth or fifth line, in his latest, in the middle is just one of those lines i wish i wrote
The dessert of our life separated into slices, to be consumed and enjoyed but never really together.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1311984&page=submissions

That's exactly it - weirdly turned phrases that leap out of a nest of banal like a drag queen in a room of accountants. (yeah, give me a break - I am having a completely unproductive day and it's not an ok thing!)

 

[twelveoone]

That's exactly it - weirdly turned phrases that leap out of a nest of banal like a drag queen in a room of accountants. (yeah, give me a break - I am having a completely unproductive day and it's not an ok thing!)

drag queen strippers in a roomful of straight accountants discussing tax breaks

i'm having a bad day too, the bumper sticker fell of my car and now i have to replace it something equally moronic

 

[twelveoone]

'ey, let's keep the metre boys
gunga din gunga din

the friggin' bloody beat
gunga din gunga din

the bloody bombay beat
gunga din gunga din

but gunga din wouldn't listen
for inside the western sieve
poured the ghost of chandra bose

bye,bye
now mumbai

 

[twelveoone]

Part 1
the word fuck with various punctuation thrown in, except for two

fuck.
fuck?
fuck - fuck
fuck, fuck, fuck
(fuck)
"fuck"
fuck you anon.


Part 2
the two being
the colon : as in crawl back into, asshole
the semicolon ; as in half-assed runt

i think these are my next two poetry submissions, with the voting turned off, but the comments on, heh, heh, heh

Part 3
will be where i really get serious about your dubious lineage will be submitted under an alt