A Digustipated Day(Surv 4 challenge - TOOL)

Ok, do not hold this against me...TOOL is my favorite band, and I used all their songs in this.  Do not get a bad picture of them just from the titles of their songs, these guys are very good, and "Hooker with a penis" has nothing to do with a hooker..and a penis just in the sense of a male.  And "Stinkfist" nothing to do w/ smell or fists...same w/ "prison sex" nothing to do w/ sex.  Anyways, this is my entry, it's here for immunity, not really for enjoyment ;P  but if you enjoyed it...a few may...hehe, I find it quiet funny...shrug.  Anyways, be well ;) _____________________________________________________________________ I sat there silently, soaked in {sweat} While a {part of me} said ‘{hush}’. With The judge growling out to me, “ We are Tired of your {intolerance} and sentence you To {prison sex} for {46 & 2} years!” {Intermission} I wailed aloud, room now a {flood} of salty tears, As I wanted to {crawl away}, {cold and ugly}, But the judge told me the {hooker with a penis} Was awaiting my {jimmy}, with his {stinkfist}. As they dragged me away, I cried all the way down. Throwing me into a {4 degree} cell, filled with {Ticks and leeches} and that {useful idiot} in the Dark corner, eyeing me with his {third eye} at my {Merkaba} {bottom}, seeing him I ran, breaking Down the {LAMC} door, and charged away. I ran into the streets, and called my friend {Die Eier Von Satan} but got his answering Machine saying “leave a {Message to Harry Manback}” Puzzled, I called his cell and got “leave a {Message to Harry Manback II}” so I wanted to {pushit} into the trash. But didn’t, no, I needed a place to stay but always Got told {no quarter} for me and said “{you lied}” But, I didn’t care I was free of the cell and started To sing the {swamp song} as I went on my way To visit {Faaip de Oiad} my old friend from the {(-) ions} And coming up to his {Eon Blue Apocalypse}, what he calls His blue house, I entered it with {The Grudge} playing In the background.  I told him that I was {the patient} And was from the {triad} cells, and he gasped, feeling My pain.  I knew he understood because he knew. Standing, I looked at my {reflection} in the mirror, I was weak, full of {Ænema}, frowning I left heading To the great tower speaking out a {mantra} lighting My way, as I walked {sober}, thinking of my own {Eulogy} And if I were to sign it {Maynard’s Dick} what would People think of me?  Would they try to draw out a {Schism} of my personality, forming a {parabola} Becoming {Disgustipated} at what they found, wishing They could just go {jerk off}, wishing I had changed My {disposition}, but now I laughed at the thought. Smiling I walked down the street, finding an {opiate} Plant, and took some of that and then the idea hit me, Like getting hit near the {lateralus}, I froze.  I could Write a book instead, and have a cool character named {H.}, and he would be cool, eating flesh and all. I would title the book {Cesaro Summability} which Translates into {The Gaping Lotus Experience}, I think But, I can’t say for sure, perhaps I’ll make the book A {parabol} of a guy who jumps and is drowned Within an {Undertow}.  It’ll be great, buy my book!Don't hold this against me...'tis just for the challenge points...I don't usually write like this..but w/ songs like "prison sex", "Hooker w/ a penis"...how can you really incorperate that into a poem w/o it getting a lil ah..sick ;) heh. Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 10:21 AM PST   0 • 10