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

[E.H. Monroe]

You had me at craptastic...

vile images
sickening connections of music and vomit..
all wrapped up in a TIGHT package.

bravo

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Someone's in a chirpy mood!

The savage hatred drips down over your fingertips in vile disguist at those fools who're subject of your rage. Delicious!