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Monday, December 6, 2010

The Poetry of Pain

The Greatest Modern Poems Continue to Be Written By Men Who Will Never Get Laid


On February 13, Seattle once again hosted the ultimate gathering of unused penises as several thousand socially inept men descended on the Seattle Convention Center for the 2010 Withered Peck Poetry Conference. The genius evident in the following selected poems proves once again that the best creative juices are the ones that build up over many years in the nutsacks of socially inept poets.


Keeping Score
By Jeff Magnet (excerpted from his children's book "Learning to Grow")

Tyler helped Suzanne
as she was working in the sun
She kissed his cheek and softly said:
"Your pussy points are one"

Then Tyler told his mother
that her eyes were pretty blue
Her bosom heaved as she exclaimed
"Your pussy points are two!"

As Papa changed the oil,
Tyler took his dirty rags
His father muttered saltily:
"No points from me, fag."

Tyler took his Gramma's feet
and cleaned off all the goo
She coughed and drooled and shat herself:
"Eight pussy points for you!"

When the day was over
little Tyler gaily beamed

...but no one ever taught him how
his points could be redeemed.

He lived a life of sadness
--and when all was said and done--
Tyler had to face the awful truth--
his pussy points were none.

 

My Self-Help Program
By Alonzo Griffin

I grew weary of the constant horny pulsing of my dick
and the inner yearnings that I was unable to acquit
My mind was torn asunder by the aching of my sack
but now I feel that I've discovered what it takes to get it back

The path to my salvation lies in eating all I can,
To become a fairly overweight but not so horny man
Frantic fucking fingers shoving Pringles down the hatch
This is what I'm wont to do when I don't want to think of snatch.

 

Alcoholic
By Morris Grant

Fat chicks and me
like scones and tea
we click when I been drinkin'

I like 'em lots
and lots and lots
Sometimes I put my dink in

But sorry me
when later we
wake up and I can think

But guilt and shame
can all the same
be staved off with a drink