Milky And The Guys

I Keep My Sense Of Humour In A Bottle - Poem by Milky And The Guys

My medial canthus listened to her skirt
The fire in the fire is burning marijuana
Tied by sticky tale controlled by lionscrumpy
Washing away the eternal flow
Words like rivers bring brownish clarity
Dance inside, fly like pride
Don't tell to me that power points glow
What are those pebbles doing in your mouth?
And what do you think of cupboard sacrifice?

I tell you not to scream as I bite my fingernails
Press pause on the power button if he sings my footwear joylessly
It's like a staple gun to the ear, or an Oreo to the cup of warm milk
I am concerned
I am worried
I am afraid that
I fear that your headlice are snorting your dandruff

So as mary snorts crack, my headlice snort her dandruff
Dakotas swimming in a cauldron of meth and tai is on the good stuff
Sharing is caring as Stalin once said
That all who share will care if they are dead
So let's bring a billion to party hard in Ross
Let's liven up the little hamlet by ironing stiffened socks
Then drowning them in a pool of wasted folks

Revision of due idiot division fired by ice cream sick up the frog offal while cleaning up the guts
Exhilarating dance to Skype the garden flies
Finish such work in the roofs unique Charlie pencil sharpenings
Why you are such unquenchably strange hermit crap

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Eternal flow-borrowed concept from 'rev the poet'

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 6, 2013

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