Reading a Poem

Grotesque is gross like the net you take home

See this in full animation. One question who is your salvation? Not like army your missiles will harm me. Deadly let fire fly in a blow torch lost my iris I cant see shit can you help me find it? My soul is blind and commercially I’m in a bind like trapper keeper, you gotta have what air, water, sleep, motherfuckers you tricked me I can go 30 plus days with nothing to eat. I’m going to torture my soul, and when I hear knocking from the Grim Reaper, knuckle up go nuts fight for control. If I lose had nothing to lose like zero the number invented to describe me. If I was dope I’d be addicted to myself like a conceited dickhead. Jackasses Republicans are elephants. Democratic donkey, Green Party tea party in Boston, no one cares who is Eric Koston or how much his shoes be costing. I’m hating skateboarding, hate board sports, I’m bored with sports. They make to much money and cry way to much like a spoiled baby, a wrinkled old lady. Life is almost pointless, work, work, work most cant enjoy it or die before retirement. So what the fuck am I suppose to do with a mint on my pillow? Ahh hell no! First one dedicated to the bank they all the same; bullshit. Then to medical, it’s irrational. IRS takes 22.5 percent of all success but success is measured on annual income. Grotesque is gross like the net you take home. I still cant understand difference between generation and decade. Goo Goo Gaga tribulations is my saga. I wish I was in a miracle world like Alex Kidd on Sega. I’ve seen people Earl over Toe Jam. Psychedelic, surreal sir are you real? Its hard to tell everyone is fake like a relic, Celtic with a Patriots football helmet. Ahh shrimp there goes my psyche. Chuck is in charge like Buddy Lembeck and that fine blonde chick with the crimp. I got one vision in my head to describe the 80’s one small blue Lego. Before a show I’m told to break a leg and it happened, where did my leg go? Hobbling pirate, 3.14 infinite is Pi’s rate. Noble Prize could increase science-mathematical fate, on my music or writings you can hate. At least you acknowledge and that’s great, fantastic, fantabulous. Now its your turn, lets take your pre-written and analyze how much is bitten. I’ve confirmed, that no matter what is given you will not be happy; its all your fault they’ve trapped me!