Neglected Narcotic Nemesis Poem

powerjuggler

re-edited this section of something I wrote into this poem, what do you think?

I recall the vicarious dazzle,
the glorious parade of abandonment,
that switchblade narcotic fuelled carnival procession,
glaring the road into oblivion.
Staring life into submission,
careless nefarious thrill of breathing free of responsibilty.
Shouting obscenities into the wind,
arousing god,
challenge his authority,
standing under a shower of lightning.
Anticipating death.
Rise to palpitation
Make vital this mortal coil

latenia

Sounds like quite a **** you had.

mikom

I remember when I had my first beer......

MrStuffins

Poetry is for pretentious c*nts!

Pdfile

powerjuggler wrote: »

re-edited this section of something I wrote into this poem, what do you think?

I recall the vicarious dazzle,
the glorious parade of abandonment,
that switchblade narcotic fuelled carnival procession,
glaring the road into oblivion.
Staring life into submission,
careless nefarious thrill of breathing free of responsibilty.
Shouting obscenities into the wind,
arousing god,
challenge his authority,
standing under a shower of lightning.
Anticipating death.
Rise to palpitation
Make vital this mortal coil

add justin beiber.

acheieve world wide fame.

Overheal

so this thread is not about negleted narcotic porn?

Gone West

Get a blog.

Doc

Aww cheer up buddy take a brake from depression and watch this little guy have a snack.:D

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nw-IAYxu5uo

curlzy

Not great, not awful, just a little bit meh.

bonerm

Doesn't rhyme.

Trashbat

Always look on the bright side of life

da-doo, da-doo-da-doo-dee-doo

walter sobchak

Might just knock the Vogons from the third spot

"Oh freddled gruntbuggly/thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"

Guide description:
"Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem, Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council, survived by gnawing one of his own legs off... The very worst poetry in the universe died along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex... in the destruction of the planet Earth."

Psssst people of After Hours generally don't appreciate things like this. There's a Creative Writing forum here though

starbelgrade

There was a young lass from Australia

Who painted her ass like a Dahlia

The shape it was fine

And the color devine

But the aroma--well, that was a faihlia

biko

After Hours -> Creative Writing

up for anything

Cough up either the thesaurus or the dictionary.