Filthy Little Land

Filthy Little Land

A Poem by Kevin

"All the monkeys have monkeys"
As we ride in death-hearses
Shaped like
Christ-ler limousines. 
Us sac-realstic motherfuckers
Have our spots in your magazines.
And...
It's a filthy little land
Ah, yes, scream it again!
"It's a filth, nasty land!"
Ah, yes, sing it again...
Through the gloom and the death and the pleads 
For us to stop again.
Through the nasty little things
They like to call "children"
It's a sick man's paradise.
With the sickliest parasites.
It's the anti-paradise.
With the loveliest parasites.
And the joking
And the choking
On your sad, sad life
It's a filthy little land
Ah, yes, scream it again!
"It's a filth, nasty land!"
Ah, yes, sing it again...

© 2014 Kevin


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Sounds familiar... haha:D but in all seriousness, this is pretty amazing Kevin! I love the entire thing, freaking amazing. Keep it up, your poetry is getting really intense :)
~ Kitten

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Kevin
Kevin

Columbia, SC



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Hi I'm (name censored) but my Pen-name is Kevin. I mostly write comedies and screenplays (with my friends). I'm inspired by movies and music (Green Day, MCR!!!!, and others.) more..

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