"Hi guys! It's been a rough night..."
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Chillin F. Furroughs and Hirsute Remington
"Hi guys! It's been a rough night..."
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Well,
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Enjoy these abysmal efforts by Hieronymous Baker and Slick Whoresridge:
[Untitled]
I swim swism sswim my boy though the blackfish
never
Challenge the fiscal film surrounding me I cannot bear
The sultry
surrender of a thousand insects fucking while
A gollywog saunters across a
shining wyrtle:
A fish upon a rock...Who cares?
Just fish who feed
here.
And with these weights to carry staggered - no, he shimbled -
From
crabclaw to sturgid whirlpool: to where the cooling, icy
Liquid brought him.
Though he feared the beauty of his pain,
Mixing god with devil he dealt the
pain
A mightly blow...He fell down past -
What time did pass? The time for
such a question?
Long ago. And so the tide of shiv'ring-wracked
Atlantic
Did yet flow to calmer climes where on the shore did grow
Some
bulbs and things that surely will not blow
If only small pressure is
applied
to it... {note: at this point James passed out}
Or "them" do you
recall; the plural, singular, or - in thrall
Can you but recollect the past
through which in vulgar seizure did you cast
Into the smoke-choked
mists... {note: at this point Nick passed
out}
Cantos
1
sapplings may suffer in the autumn
but
then so do I -
last year with the cold
my bank account got smaller
as
did my dick
Conservative party politics
Aroused me
uncomfortably:
So that after seeing the lady,
The great Maggie
Thatcher,
I could hardly walk.
2
plentifully, she meant to
me
yet I sank in the water
like a big white shark
gracefully I
sink
but perhaps I'll never rise
Grope them, my little brother
said,
But as I took the lady's shoes
From the refrigerator
I somehow
felt that
I couldn't.
3
barracks' cannons sing a song
down the
canyon
a day may pass
a song may flower
yet I sit all
alone.
Discontent sent him up
High into the tree, where
Pigeons he
could eat
And on the heads of the otters
He could pee.
4
butter
cups are not good to drink from:
they melt easily,
they are greasy
and
they spread too easy
(over Hovis wheatgerm bread)
I think Hemingway
sucks
Said one of the ducks, and
I'll bet that he fucks
Just to make a
few bucks
And couldn't care less about me.