Pomposity is my
favorite city
But my god didn’t like my Pomposity
& now it’s a discontinued product
& now it’s a sad old song
& now it’s i’m sorry ma’am we don’t carry that model any more
w/ brimstone and fire
w/ limestone and salt
w/ teardrop diamonds
but w/ rhinestones
now w/ rhinestones
Pomposity is my
favorite city
&Pompeii is my favorite peiwei
Proletariat maybe dead but my Pomposity will live on
w/ its legacy of never-decaying brown sauce
w/ its cheap liquor in plastic cups
w/ their youngsters forever frustrated
w/ their oldsters no longer longing
4 here is nothing but furious
4 there is nothing but weather forecast
4 there is nothing but frustration
4 there is nothing but four of us
Pomposity is my
favorite city
& Bombay is my favorite sapphire
Pilgrims maybe dead but my Pomposity will live on
w/ india that is not india
w/ my gin and tonic weak on gin
w/ my plastic cups made of recyclables
w/ my frustrations made of discontinued products
my needs
O my needs
Pomposity is my favorite city
& Sodom is my favorite flavored condom
Chivalry maybe dead
but my condominium is designed for my needs
& keeps me satisfied & in need
& in need
& in need
So so long panic attacks at night
So long my dissatisfactions
So long my customer queries
Here’s to my metropolitan Pomposity
where sewers clog & my throat mottled
& my refreshing cuppa coffee & my maximum hydration mineral
water
that don’t wash down anything but buy
one get one free came with some clean window smashing & fresh curb biting
that almost were satisfactory& that smashing ad campaign against the window
that doesn’t tell me anything but is still smashing & colorful & exciting
& enticing & saves my life in a way that makes me vomit in my
trenchcoat pocket dripping into your french roast and i am so sorry.
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are yr beans well roasted
is yr coconut water satisfactory
is yr egg sandwich delish
does anybody say delish any more
do people say smashing any more
can I smash yr teeth a little more
& break into your throat a little more
*
coconut water is so in
but you are just so out
in a way that makes me sob
into my trench collar
& do anybody say fad around here anymore
should my mottled voice care
should my muddled poem care
IMMA POMPOSITY
imma stuff my pocket with paper napkins so i can use them later
to stuff your mouth & throat& nostril & you have to cry
through your deaddead eyes against your will or body function that is not ok
but Just do it
*
imma stuff my pocket with plastic knives so I can use them later
to stuff your mouth & throat & cunt & you have to bleed
through your deaddead eyes against your will or body function that is not ok
but oh fingerlicking good
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imma stuff you like a thanksgiving turkey
but do i really care
should i really care
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