KNOCK! KNOCK! Whos there? Nocturnal by nature I moonlight as a journal ghost writer By the gaslight lamp I whip every word Wounding it like a pharaoh slave-driver. KNOCK! KNOCK! Im coming!!! Busy as I am One must always entertain die-hard fans Who follow me single-file from the fens But screw them! Ive messed my metric iamb. KNOCK! KNOCK! Will you please stop screaming, you sods?!! Sons of the earth, and daughters of the hearth I can barely hear Chopins Nocturne clear Over the crowdy din and cackling here. KNOCK! KNOCK! What the fxxk do you want, you fxxks?!! To write good iambic pentameter One must needs be perfectly pentagrammed To divine~receive Daemon’s telegram. KNOCK! KNOCK! Alright, you want a piece of me? I’ll give you a piece of my mind pronto As soon as I finish this last canto My shotgun will establish peace of mind. KNOCK! KNOCK! Just a moment, ladies and gents! While I scour my drawer for shotgun shells Each one of you will be entertained well Guaranteed a mind-blowing experience! KNOCK! KNO~ BLAM!!! BLAM!!! Take that, mother fxxker!!! BLAM!!! Sorry, did I just blow your brain off? BLAM!!! BLAM!!! You’ll never get that stain off~ BLAM!!! I blame myself for being so famous~ BLAM!!! ~DEWAN SAHABAT PUAKA
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 14:35:25 +0000
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