DARK POEM I am a sad sad man, I am lonely I howl my sadness and my detachment out at stars I feign would blow them out so foul I find their gentle being they Merely stay lit and twinkle-tinkle do nothing else. If they would CONTRIBUTE, COOPERATE I might find them tolerable. As things stand They do not cooperate nor contribute. They behave Like little mongoloid boy-men No place for them here let them die we'll eat them I drew taut spirit's bow let fly my arrow at the wrong foe no star this and missed I missed Sol. The zone is good to him. Despite his evasion of my pursuit. Despite his evasion of my pursuit He, like me, is one smooth professional. Now I hear rustling swift ker-plonk, onk, onk, drip, squirt, dribble, squirt moist echoes of a distressed whore That Ho 100% surely right foe unmistakeable old whore fouled, dying She'd been bled, unmistakeable Foe Ho (Not only the Stars fail to cooperate in this hell.) And the old whore swirled up into a dry vapor redolent of old flesh and excessive perfume, high, high up it swirled, overlooking the night. This cruel scent. I am a sad sad man I am lonely Shall it rain? Let it come down! LET THE CRUELTY RAGE! I shall endure.