Art sucks. Poetry sucks. Everything is fucked. I suck. You suck. So if I am so anti-everything, why do I even bother "creating" anything? Well one has to do something with one's time. Welcome to my playground. I am the Dissident Poetician. Doing Poetician stuff is what i do. "Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse" - graffiti in the streets of Paris, May 68. Long live the spirit of May 68. Piss in the fountain of dada.
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- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Gina the Hut
spare me from oblivion
a lifetime full of false promises
manifests into the homicidal tendencies
we do well to repress
give me a fucking gun
and I would take Gina out
such a gluttonous piece of shit
who deserves to rot among her money
her coal burning incessantly
producing toxic emissions
what price does she put on coal?
she doesn't care about future generations
somebody please give me a gun
violence solves everything
but satire is as futile
as an alcoholic trying to have
only a drink or two
my indignation is beyond
the limits of your imagination
please pass me the syringe or the bong
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
living in this world makes me sick
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