Monday, July 06, 2009


I hate my fat jiggling gut
It need be hard, chiseled,
Fashioned like Fuck Machine

Fuck Machine back from shop
It runs on Gin & Tonic
Runs on Rhythm & Blues

Gears and bones churning hot
Fuck Machine grunt like animal
Crickets applaud from window


Anonymous said...

I just cannot relate to the urge of some poets to push the envelope in this manner. There's a lot of good poetry to be found at Walking English (and via The Idiom, etc.), but it is equally true that there is a lot of foul, ugly poetry to be found at such venues as well.

Joe McCall said...

To Anonymous:

Try saying it with a face.

If it's not for you, it's not for you. Shutup and move on instead of making comments with no name. Atleast real critics are published. You're just an asshole with a keyboard, aren't you? Well so am I. I find it equally true that there are alot of foul, ugly people in the world but didn't your mother ever teach you, if you don't have anything nice to say then to shut your fucking mouth? My mother was a bit crude, I suppose.

Don't criticize under anonymous and be polite. Everything is open to interpretation and your opinion is valued (not by me, but I'm sure someone wants to hear it somewhere)...but grow a pair, would ya?

Stroke King said...

hi there, dont mind him. i cant right poem or an idiom, i like your topic. the only thing i could say is on the last part. it would be better if you make it longer.