Midnight F-art
Hello Reader,
You read, I hope you comprehend as well...
Otherwise Only reading would be so boring...
Than you would be a competitor to Elon...
Sleep let me down tonight...
A full moon...
I need to turn to a wolf tonight.
but I am resisting the urge...
In here you can watch the moon perfectly....
I can watch the moon from my living room..
of course if the weather is clear...
I love the positioning of this house...
its place where I got into the cocoon
and turned into a racoon ;)
Racoons are very cute...
I always want to count their small fingers one by one...
no sleep no sleep no sleep.
Maybe I should drink milk
maybe I should drink beer..
got no wine
got no mula
only thing I got is unrhymed words
words that make no sense..
somebody took the
sense out of the words
tonight
they came out like
an un-smelly fart...
a thing that is not capable of what it needs to do...
words are words
you need to accept them as they are
sometimes smelly
sometimes not
get me
set me
let me
pet me
met me
wet me
bet me
duet me
poet me
King H. Ironson
here you go
a logical fart fader
faded the hell of
my brain farts..
when you start to
write non-sense
words
its so difficult to stop doing that
so, I wish you good
luck reading all this
non-sense..
I am not sure
if I will ever read
this one again.
everything
is being
created
at this moment
a pure
creation
moment.
a moment of
non-sense
some senses
are not making senses
instead making dances
Friday night blemishes
beautiful trashes
devours
ingenious
sauces
let me take you
to where my
mind takes us
all night
may be I will stay
or maybe I leave
great choices
cannot be made
with a brain
instead with a heart
give me a tart
a sweet tart
it won't sweat
if you don't push the cart
sorry for your wart
don't make my
mind fart.
Give me light not the fart.
This midnight
a blueberry tart
with a terrible art
A slacking leg
cannot make you
stay with a lousy
weeding photograph...
It is in a black and dark
photograph of your
mind
which you decided
to burn
on a dark riverbed
with overgrown
wild plants
when you burned
you burned the
scenery
with the mastery
no flattery
very eery
I couldn't save my fiery query
the worst was your mockery
not your cheatery
to me you opened a bakery
of emotion fakery
a blast of reality forgery
please stop this sorcery
you cannot kill my bravery
strange
very strange
indeed
not your slacking leg
but your lacking beg
I decided that you are not keg
instead a plague
definitely not for Greg
nor Craig
but defiantly for me
not me me
don't try me
I burned my
bridges to a outgrown
river bed of
your false
consciousness
ness-ness
mess-ness
cry for less
hope for bless.
King H. Ironson
King
"thing -
sing"
hi
ran
son
Thanks god I am not a lycan
instead
a real wolf
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuu
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