Wifey Boozer

A poem.

Ain’t That A Kick in the Cunt?


Can’t sleep
Insomnia, acheyness, chronic anxiety,
Who cares?

Horrible handwriting,
Shakey hands,
doesn’t matter.

Back pain,
Bad circulation,
Cold nipples,
I hate bitches who complain.
Then theoretically, I should be a good writer.
That sounds like cheap bullshit,
Can’t be,
A drunk said it.
Drunks with pens aren’t cheap.

1994 - Buk dies
Not passes away,
but dies,
of... alcoholism, being disgusted with society, no faith, the love of a good woman...
Smart man.

1997 - Gins dies
of... thinking too much, tripping too much, writing too much... fuck that.
Kidney stones, being fucked up the ass too much for his ass to take, being a Jew,
tenement-living.
Great writer. Brilliant mind.

2006 - Godfather of Soul dies,
of being James Brown. Too much soul, too much spirit, for repressive society, drug-overdose, whatever. Old age.
Gotta have soul
To have rhythm
Or life’s just a dead fish.

2008 - Paul Newman dies
of... trying to be a good person, and playing cool guys on the silver screen?
Look where being a good, smart person gets you.
Al Capone died in jail, old, aged like wine.
The good die young, pricks are supposed to live forever.
Nothing makes sense under that philosophy.
It’s a good song, but maybe Billy Joel’s an idiot.
Maybe though, that’s why McCain is still alive and kicking
the country in the cunt - him and his party.
It’s like a Bear Stearns blowjob on 9/11.
Ever notice that’s the emergency number,
in America?

1994 - Kurt Cobain dies,
strangulation during whacking it
to a vision of skid row.
Metaphorically speaking, of course.
It was really an OD
of Fame.
Like Joplin and Hendrix and all the other great ones.
Courtney Love is a bitch you just wanna punch in the face.
But it’s really not her fault.
She was just a hole. She knew it, named her band after it.
It’s our fault for allowing her in the media.
We make these idiots, like Courtney Love.
Idiots are made in America.
Mostly in the backseat of cars, but still.
Fuck Made in China.
Those products are shitty and broken too, tho.

1979 - Vicious dies.
Of living fast and dying young.
Crash died from the same thing.
These people died for art.
All of us who die, and don’t pass away,
die for art, poetry, music, etc.
Buk said, more men have died for poetry than all your crooked battlefields combined.
He’s right.
We should stay where we’re better acquainted.
One-man wards.
Up against ourselves
and Society.

I’m sad VanGogh didn’t die from blood loss from that ear...
He should have.
He had no business dying quietly.
Fucking rebel.

I don’t know what happen to Socrates
After he left the Kingdom.
A mysterious death or disappearance is just as good as a loud one.
Rome had balls tho!
Going up and down in flames like that.
Like a girl giving you a blowjob
While her hair is on fire.

1980something - my grandfather’s best friend dies.
Swallowed drain-o.
He was a great mason.


Everyone you see when you walk down the street,
Half of them will probably pass away before you,
or die before you, whatever.
We were talking today about people we’ll have to watch die.
Some of the greatest minds of our generation and some of the worse,
arguably.
Madness doesn’t destroy an artist - artists are insane.
That’s why they’re artists.
No one else would trade bread for paper and pen.
But we mean well, in our right.
Or the right we think we have - to mean something to this world after we die.
That, too, is insanity.
Or is wanting to expand people’s minds after your own death just generous?
No, fuck no, we’re not righteous.
We’re not even indignant,
We’re just pissed off at what society says a man needs to do to survive.
So we sit in bed and drink, like Buk said and did.
Or we pop pills or whatever, some vice, is doesn’t matter. Or it shouldn’t.
Or, very, very rarely, we can come from the top to begin with, and just take walks
on skid row with loved ones.
The greatest minds, and the worsts.

2008 - Heath Ledger dies -
of trying to sleep.
Ha.
Ain’t that a kick in the cunt?

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... Stalin had a FANTASTIC moustache.

Formerly known as the Prime Minister of Spain.

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