A Writers Wish Unwrapped

 

 

 

 Ladies and Gentleman,

Analogies, metaphors, similes, watch-watch how I lyrically trout,

Tug Thoroughbred, my jaws are oceanic pacific deep in wordplay,

Specifically Steve Spielberg center attraction lurking in my mouth’s water waves.

 

My body is hard, with brown bark,

My skins dreams branch out green-leaf-like, like my wallet’s wishes.

My mind has an irrational slimy worm where the devil lays Xastasi’s succubi,

But I can’t believe my Left mind’s thoughts because who is my medulla’s

 rather even god’s alibi.

 

A P.S. side note- nay, nourishment need not nest in nasty needles or neck ties or nooses, thoughts in relation to a breathless hung death

Judas that kept Judas lifted.

I say let’s pay life’s enduring toll,

And grind out our engine down love’s road

using lips to chuck the struggles coal.

 

Sorry to side track my arrogant train….

 

People, my words can be more confronting than any fellow or lady.

I once showed some of my writings to a shrink and he said it was crazy.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen: I am the Webster mobster, Al Capone’s distant, White purity cocaine lines, right when you thought Pablo Escobar was missing.

I properly and tastefully use metaphors,

I have passed third grade as and likes, cause since the last few who could write,

My metaphors are like the sun refusing to give the milky its way,

The Earth its birth right.

 

I am Mr. Tom Hanks reclaiming his throne,

But I will grant other sinful unentertaining writers their last wishes

before their last green mile walk home.

 

Before I ask those in disbelief,

Close your four senses and come to your physical senses

 And come to your Physical senses and let my words touch you

Like E.T. rides heaven bent.

I rhyme and talk with a smile

Cause if anyone tried to copy me

they would surely lose like the Pluto trials.

 

Stars in my eyes,

My personal pain and struggle as my guide,

My pen’s words so naughty but so nice,

My lips recite presidential words, almost a threat to our defenses

 so Bush tried to wiretap me twice.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Whatever’s your preference, sexualitie’s joy,

I am critically acclaimed,

bleed Webster through my veins,

I am W-O-R-D-S boy,

I am a writer’s favorite choice.

 

 

 

Steve Spade Thompson

 

 

 

Reviews

[nonexistantnow]

"Cause if anyone tried to copy me/they would surely lose like the Pluto trials."
that is really awkward to me.

i really had to concentrate on this poem when i read it.
i mean, cut off all other noise--and then re-read it a few times.
and i still can hardly think of anything to say in the review.
but i want to say something because i really like the piece.

all of your references to your own abilities remind me of sage francis. :)
it makes me smile.

i like the fragments you use. they complete the thought better to me
than if you would have added all the right grammar rules.
ie "A P.S. side note- nay, nourishment "
--too awesome.

and i really appreciate your rhymes. they are pleasant to read.

[Collette]

Steve, I just went back and reread this one...really, this has to be one of your greatest yet. There is so much going on in it, and yet, it all fits together perfectly. Tighten this b***h up, cause she should be on stage ASAP.

[Nicholas Hallows]

Definitely agree with Tytherpol - it is reminiscent of Sage Francis and I can definitely imagine him saying this... but I don't know, maybe you are even better. A very clever write. NH

[Emel Kay]

Nice. You clever b*****d. very nice indeed.

[SweetPeachesAlways]

I am the Webster mobster - love this line!
I once showed some of my writings to a shrink and he said it was crazy. - MADE ME LMAO! Excellent metaphoric usage! hahaha

Actually, I found it highly entertaining and, enlightening to some degree even!
Of course, clean up your spelling!
But, overall, a very good write! Reads quite nicely along, kinda like a rap song! :)

[LiteSkinned Dude]

Wow....you have definitely taken the referencing to another level!! I can tell you really think outside the perimeters, which is so great when writing. At times, you had to reread to see where you were coming from, but it did make sense...keep it up