POEM: Christmas

[pert -5]

Christmas
12-25-07
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I feel like life is getting faster
So much unbetter I lay my bones down
Now I am on the top
I congratulate the bugs that taste me
So much better when I am reading
I like to take a mental-beating
The cuts on my arms drip, drop, flip
LOL, the spirit contains me
I am talking about skyscrapers
As tall as a Lilliput
Ha, ha, ha.
I can run from infinity and back in an instant
In a single carriage will I ride
My gunshot spelling is on the mark
Ride, Ride! Ride;
Off the oft-beat trail I kiss her lip
I take her sash, from her hip
I raise myself ever-higher
Until I rake upon my desire.
Her, it's always her...
I can't compare, it's all to her...
I am nothing, I numb up and don't cum up
Anything for her, her not being One her....
Oh lord, display this passion
Let me know the shallow light
Of wanting only looks and fashion
In this weakened state of blight....
Why do I want that?
I want to be hated.
I want to be loved.
Sios mon desto queri pon mon detris.
Allos ben mon querfosta mes tett montietia!!
Salmawl cradla mest dei efetra.