Craptastic

Poem

just keep blowing

that a*s trumpet

maybe someday 

it won't sound so s****y

your putrid tones

singe my nose hairs

your vile melodies

make my feet numb

my brain is contemplating

ways to hang itself

just to stop the clanging

of your vomitous cymbals

Author's Note

I'm not even going to bother giving it a mature rating. Since most here aren't, regardless of age.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

heehee~ I like it when you throw down and throw it all up so wickedly~

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is favorite-worthy, and yes I'm that immature.

Nice job!

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Ha! You are rocking my world, my love. Despite the fact that I'm 12 at heart. Gawd, I love you.

[Robin]

I was wondering what the hell was that noise was ... and I agree , why censor yourself ..

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Some of my poetry is crapasstic , or craptastic , i just write on ... as mature as i can be without becoming staid and boring .. why so cheery? lol

[Dream Weaver]

Why so cheerie? I bet you're a big hit around some sewing circles :)
Loved this one to death!

[Ruth]

Ouch! Some things have got to be said! xx

[MuSe Ampoule]

Ouch, ooh, ouweeee....that was a sledge hammer. Greatness.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Just loving your style!

[Brad]

ROFLMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh sh*t!!! bahahahahahahahahaha...crazy