Rot

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

"end"

my mouth is the crotch from which abortions are pulled

red rabies red rabies send over dead babies

ugliness is a crown
luckily my head is round

thoughts cowering away
afraid to be seen
for what they really are

calmless.........cleanless.........knowless

all blather all truth all grinding
through this cell of skull
so many things laughing
while i'm straight-faced
pointing and laughing
like the mirror does

soulless.........tasteless.........safeless

a viley violent
and violently vile
mob of madness
has lynched gladness
left it
livid and limp
dangling in the breeze
so other emotions can heed their power

wholeless.........hugless.........careless

there's a method to my sadness
it's addicted to me
puking chunks of it
onto every thought
tainting them in its beauty
it piles my smiles high
so i knock them all over
when i reach for one

feckless.........blessless.........endless

abhor the future
too many clouds
carpeting its sky
too much snow
choking my steps
maybe i should lie down and stop walking toward it
and all the demands
it demands
and all the responsibility
to be responsible for
there's just little room
for a cradle
in a slut's mouth

BhagavadGita

CAN IT!!!

no one wants to read that shit today!!

xix

i still love ;you tho

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Don't need to read my shit:

Just feel it.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

"The Pump: Lovers in the Gym"

She has a pretty way
the way she
flexes the veins
in her right
forearm
to spell my
name.

I can only
tense my right
deltoid
to mirage
the image
of her
face.

I smile
when spotting
her on decline bench,
for when she
squeezes
at the top, her
nipples bounce and the
striations along
her pecs
forge the
form of
Elmer shooting
Daffy.

While I'm
leg curling, she
curls around
me and says, "Your
hamstrings
look like
slugs screwing."

"Care to
join them,"
I say,
and she
giggles and
jiggles her right
triceps
into a bust
of Darth
Vader.

Oh, to have her pump!

sultryevening

wait wait wait!!


I smile
when spotting
her on decline bench,
for when she
squeezes
at the top, her
nipples bounce and the
striations along
her pecs
forge the
form of
Elmer shooting
Daffy.

While I'm
leg curling, she
curls around
me and says, "Your
hamstrings
look like
slugs screwing."

and you said i was a sick little money?
pull this gibbon over there!

it is with some regret, yet great respect I hand the award for "Nauseous Minature Primate of the Year" over to Mr O'reilly

may he use it well

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

grunts, scratches ass, bows, throws poo.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Actually, sultry, your impish, elfish, fetish poem compelled me to post this particular piece.

setaside2

Radar you Nauseating Miniature Primate... (with which I couldn't agree more), that was some of the funniest lyric I have ever read. Seriously.

Tell me. Does Elmer have his hat on?

You are truly the master of all that is dark-end poetry. or is that potty?

I can never tell the difference

and I REFUSE to write for Lexus. But thanks for the compliment...er.

I would rather write for Infinity, the car ad without a car. Usually without narration of any sort. I would be quite good at that.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

"AD D5"

I wonder what the smart people are thinking about.

setaside2

PS oh darth Later...

Got the freshly bound and <sniff> <HACK> <COUGH> glued book.

You are nothing short of homicidal, neurotic genius.
Oh and there were some in there that actually touched, and even occasionally molested me.

You deserve to have your stuff in print. I'm going to talk to a guy I know at the local Hot Topic, because like it or not this is right up your alley. And I think it would sell like fucking MAD there.

hee hee now I have an ISBN number... this should be fun. We'll see if we can't turn this puppy into some sort of homemaker for you, my friend.

And stop picking boogers when I'm talking to you.

BhagavadGita

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
"AD D5"

I wonder what the smart people are thinking about.

...they are thinking that nothing IS as it seems

....they are wondering is the world about to change it's mind

....they are so filled with hope, as if it will soon be christmas morning and all the presents were made from LOVE.

....they are afraid to believe the truth

.....they need to make love for 24hours with jesus.





and they are afraid that none, NONE of this is real for her.

BhagavadGita

car commericials with OUT cars are the best.

but love without a stick,
sucks like just the rest.

unbranding my heart
holding who i hold
deep inside for the
smart to find out



CARPOOL!!!!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

I like the idea of a carpool orgy.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
I like the idea of a carpool orgy.

if the van's a'rockin'....

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Five more days of Rot.

"Playtime"

I WAS STROLLING THROUGH THE PARK ONE DAY, IN THE MERRY, MERRY MONTH OF MAY, WHEN I WAS TAKEN BY SURPRISE BY A BLARING BELL SOUND THAT SOUNDED OUT OF THE HEAVENS OR THE HELLS, I COULDN'T DECIDE WHICH, AND AS IT DID SO A PACK OF VICIOUS ROGUES AND HOODLUMS CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND YET SOMEWHERE, AND THEY BEAT ME AND TOOK MY WALLET AND MY WATCH AND MY CREDIT CARDS AND MY CONDOMS AND SHREDDED MY CLOTHES AWAY WITH THEIR JELLIED LIPS AND BOUND ME TO AN OAK AND HAD THEIR MERRY, MERRY WAY WITH ME WHILE I TRIED NOT TO ENJOY THE SENSUAL, SENSUOUS, SENSATION--OH, I TRIED!--I TRIED TO PUT MY MIND ELSEWHERE, TRIED TO FILL IT WITH UNSIGHTLY IMAGES OF NAKED ELDERS ATOP EACH OTHER IN A POOL OF POOP SO AS NOT TO SUCCUMB TO WHAT I'M SUCCUMBING TO, BUT THESE THOUGHTS LINGERED OUT OF REACH UNTIL MY EYES, EARS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND FINGERED EXTENSIONS COULD NO LONGER RESIST THESE BAWDY BODIES, AND AS MY EYES, EARS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND FINGERED EXTENSIONS AGREED TO THESE FELLAS' PLAYTIME, THESE FELLAS LEFT ME--OH, YES! THEY LEFT ME!--OH, NO! THEY LEFT ME UNFULFILLED, DRIPPING, AND BOUND TO THIS OAK AS I SQUEALED FOR THEIR RETURN, BUT THEY CONTINUED ON TO THE NEXT STROLLER, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, AND THE NEXT, UNTIL THE PARK WAS FULL OF DIVORCED BITCHES, TIED TO OAKS, PINES, BIRCHES, REDWOODS, BLUEWOODS, GREENWOODS, EVERY KIND OF WOODS, BEGGING, PLEADING, AND CAJOLING, FOR THE LUSCIOUS ROGUES' AND HOOLDUMS' RETURN TO SATISFY OUR MALNOURISHED PLEASURES, BUT THESE FELLAS CONTINUED ON SPREADING AND SWELLING, SWELLING AND SPREADING THEIR SLAVE CLASS CIVILIZATION TO CITY STREETS, CITY TOWNS, CITY FARMS, CITY CITIES, CITY OF LOS ANGELES, CITY OF KANSAS, CITY OF NEW YORK, CITY OF . . . THEN A BLARING BELL SOUND SOUNDED OUT OF THE HEAVENS OR THE HELLS, WE COULDN'T DECIDE WHICH, AND AS IT DID SO, THE PACK OF LUSCIOUS ROGUES AND HOODLUMS WONDERED DISMAYEDLY BACK TO NOWHERE AND YET SOMEWHERE BECAUSE

RECESS WAS OVER.

setaside2

One of my favorites, master Radar.

However, I believe it is S.C.A.B. that qualifies you as a bonified genius.

Or at least, pretty darn smart. LOL

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Four more days of Rot

"less"

stomach churned
lesson's learned

not to eat
people's feet

i bruised my marrow
with calcium sorrow

put in a rhyme
just to stop this line

i faked my feign
drained my gain

you're half a bore
and all whore

i'm an ass
with so much class

life is wasted
death is tasted

trapped and done
divorced from fun

remaining thought
just got bought

hug me less love me less
i wanna be more of a mess
kiss my mess love my mess
i wanna be more of a less

stupid brain
forgot my blame

a victim of
your hero love

the shadows hang
sharp as a fang

body is a coffin
i die in it often

i got the right to be wrong
i'm really sick of this song

i like to wear
my "i don't care"

all buttoned up
to choke the love up

why should i repent
everything i meant

maybe there's life
on top of this knife

death got dressed up
i messed it up, i messed it up

I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP I'M A FUCKUP SO COME AND FUCK ME UP

hug me less love me less
i wanna be more of a mess
kiss my mess love my mess
i wanna be more of a less

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by setaside2
One of my favorites, master Radar.

However, I believe it is S.C.A.B. that qualifies you as a bonified genius.

Or at least, pretty darn smart. LOL

**kneels** Playtime was the first poem I wrote for Rot. I have a perverse sentimental attachment to it.

There are things I like and things I don't like about S.C.A.B. But I won't say what.

Genius? You, dear sir, are fucked up.

Pretty darn smart? You, dear sir, are still fucked up.

setaside2

Why, Radar, I love you too.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

i have to agree with Marc on SCAB. brilliant. still haven't read the entire book (stupid schoolwork keeps me from having any fun lately!)...but i skimmed through and i'm loving it all so far.