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| Wow, WWW.VD.Com! (Oh, DDT Fig Newtons) K. Silem Mohammad |
My healthy feelings have the cutest pants, From hotsy Maoist ass to slutty heel: Moneyless value activates romance In all the vexed emotion they reveal. Although they'll fade in time, they haven't yet, Unmoved by Hayakawa or vermouth, And unaware how deeply they'll regret The sensual French toilet seat of truth. Omnipotent canonical design Has stolen Lenin's tonsils like a thief: This shows us Vedic law is doing fine, But where's the frontier justice? Where's the beef? Where is the glove the foe would see as white? Where is the bloody sonnet in this shite? --- [from Sonnet 148 ("O me, what eyes hath love put in my head")] |
| The Twenty-Weld HDTV Sonnet K. Silem Mohammad |
Behold how snotty footmen don't allow Untutored youth the trivium to mar; How vitamin deficiency is now All white-hot, minty-fresh, and rated R. How blatantly unhappy has become The overflowing, stuffy dorm of death, Which heightens ethnohistory for some; For others, only hikes the price of meth. Monotonous mimesis holds us mute; Tamale mongers oft fly half awake; Sophisticated kittenhood is cute; Non-Bolshevistic manatees are fake. Hop in and pet the newly-painted pony, And tape a tinny tweeter to the Sony. --- [Sonnet 149 ("Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not")] |
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