Blah, Blah, Blah, Huh? (Old poem of mine)

The strange wanderings
of lamenting poets.
Crying, laughing ,
seeing nothingness
in a full cup of
coffee, please.

Lend me an earful
of crap all over
the driveway.
Pick up this foul
stench filled mass
and hurdle it towards
his high and mighty Texan.

One Palace to burn
a sick and twisted
creature that comes
out at night, quick
step on him.

Now, I shall
fucking vomit
my intestinal
sausage on the grill.

Eat it up, people!!!!