Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A BUSY BIG SHOT GOLDEN BOY, ARGUMENT?, POET IN LACK


Éric Dejaeger is a teacher and bricklayer. He lives in Belgium and edits the magazine Microbe.

 A  BUSY BIG SHOT GOLDEN BOY
 

He goes down to the gent’s.

He slams the door,

locks it up,

has a puke

and while he's in there,

a good liquid crap.

He wipes his ass

and gets out

(no flushing).

He changes his mind,

goes back in,

locks the door once more,

has a 2nd puke

and while he's in there,

a swift wank.

He finally leaves

the crapper

(no flushing no hand-washing)

And goes back to his seat

between the human resources

female manager

and his old chairman's

pretty young wife.

Great end-of-year

banquet!

 

ARGUMENT?

 

“Your ass smells

crappy,”

she belched,

“your prick tastes

old piss

and

your mouth stinks

sewage.”

“Who are you?”

he answered back.

 

POET IN LACK

 

In front of his blank sheet

the poet remains dumb

despite all the gulped-down pints!

Nothing goes out,

nothing  comes out,

nothing digs out…

Pissed off,

the poet

stuffs two fingers

far down his throat

and unwhitens his sheet.

 

Poets are often

so disgusting.

1 comment:

  1. These words hit me upside the head like a sledgehammer.

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