The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

SIRVIR LOS SERVIENTES, OH NO

Ya he olvido lo que quería decir. Oh, bien… Soy cierto que no era importante. Puedes olvidarlo, por favor. I’ve already forgotten what I wanted to say. Oh well… I’m sure it wasn’t important. You can just forget ’bout it, please.

Posted in Española, Poetry

Ode to Trash Can

I can’t even count how many objects you so hawk From your gaping maw with stains of nameless substances. How your papers darken with forgotten liquids; bruised Apple cores turn brown & yellow, swarmed with plump li’l flies. Still I smell that odor sharp like needles splashed in piss; Still I feel the stickiness that […]

Posted in Antiromantic Sonnet, Metered, Poetry

A Few Mo’ Pints from Ol’ Stones

Sorry for my lack o’ updates—as well as all o’ the poetry in crippled Spanish. The bourgeoisie have tampered with my computer so that it becomes overheated with the passion o’ the upcoming sexy revolutions, so I can’t use it as much till I get that fixed. But I have to discuss a few quality […]

Posted in No News Is Good News, Politics, Yuppy Tripe