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Illiterate Graffiti

Divine Mockery

By Joe KingPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Beasts. Metal Fangs sucking face

Wild skillful confines, monsters

craving

Praying aloud, sirens full the air

Land of serpents and smooth rare

delight

We are here, parody worthy

Illiterate Graffiti

The snake slowly slithers.

Beasts arise, a toy soldier

stammers on by

Cruel spent sperm

Crying faces

Deflect

The worms defecate.

I feed these worms as

A form of self parody

therapy

to escape this

Wicked World of

Shadow words and

broken promises

Release the monsters

within your head

into the night

to feed upon

the souls

The youth are getting stoned

stripping themselves naked and

feasting upon the pleasures

of life, orgies

While others cough up

worms

like blood

spewing meaningless fables

for you to believe

If you care

In the end it comes down to

who can tell the better lie

O great creator of words

Grant us one more hour to

Perform our act

and perfect these lines

The priests and politicians are doubly divine

and lying

We laugh, we cry

as the worms soon die

Journeying more into this

American Parody

We’re searching for meaning

at the end of each sentence

searching for something

that’s standing right beside us

(I touched her face

and she smiled)

We have assembled within this murder

mystery theater

To disseminate this jest of life

and escape the scathing reviews

of the streets

The barns are burning

The windows locked

and only one of us remains to jest

and dance and fool us

with a divine mockery

of words

The Muse ignites imaginations

(When the true Jester's lyrics

Spreads across the entire nation

a 1000 Clowns arrive

in the land)

Where are the laughs

We were promised

Where is the Mime

The New Mime

(talking on the grapevine)

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About the Creator

Joe King

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities." - Jim Morrison

These poems are from my book An American Parody, which is a tribute to the writings and poetry of Jim Morrison.

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