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when she doesn't love you anymore
you feel like your friends don't love you enough
and everywhere is nowhere

banished
i swim from the island to the mainland.
guided by dolphins
hitching rides from faceless mermaids
who i will never see again
and who's sea shells barely cover
listless mounds of sand
that crumble away
revealing tomorrow
isn't as steep of a climb as it appeared to be.
our starfish limbs
will once again reach for the moon
as it pulls a blanket over our shores
washing away her foot prints
with the tears of the night,
but in the end
when i come back ashore
i will be naked and alone
shivering away
still having to find my way
back to the civilization
that rejected me
to burn it to the ground

Perchance when we leave, the world would stop,
stop turning, stop yearning.
The hearts of a million stop mid-throb
and start drowning
in the chorus of crows that wait on this building
that pierces the sky.

If so, would you and I stay
(as we are not, were not, and for never will be)?

The beat of where your heart ends entwines with mine
as we lay back and see the throb of a million
lights in a box with magic holding
its own world, in our own world, in this world.

If so, can you and I just wait here and watch
the worlds come undone
(in there, out here and out there)?

But then, perhaps, the world would never
never stop turning, never stop burning.
Two hearts in a million now still and still hoping
that when we cry with the crows flying to the horizon,
this world, our building,
will stay here and touch the heavens.

there is so much i can share
to show you that i care
but with all these eyes
on you
on me

i don't understand how you could
ever really see...

Such lovely piano hands. Smooth ridged bones key the soothing melody of my starving desire. Bathing me in pure thinspiration. I am your biggest fan, oh lovely piano hands.

Let us see the skyline together
hold cups of hot cocoa on the rooftops
Nestle in a big comforter
while standing earmuffs and all
cherry red noses
with sparks in between us
Let us smile
that one snarky smile
where we can just be plain
and let our emotions
run wild
Let us drink to that
while you put your hand up
my sweater
and feel the tingles and moist chills
that accompany
such actions
I love
I lust
I desire
I feel
Infinite in my fires
Moments caught
like fireflies
Never to be released
like spies in captive
My gum
and Stimulation
you steal
My butterflies
conceive in multiples
while the intoxication
that's not in our cocoa
continues to have me fumbling
and tumbling
head over heels
in much affection
in raw illuminating flesh
for what spirit
has overcome me
with sensations
of you
sharpie'd all over
my brain ..
UGH you drive
me insane...

'Fuck-Off! '

”At the tone
The Time will be        9:36 a.m.   and 33 Seconds
At the tone,
The Time will be        1:48 p.m.   and 44 Seconds
At the tone,
The Time will be         7:57 p.m   and 55 Seconds
At the tone,
The Time will be                                   2 a.m…..”

”I'm Sorry, I can’t come to the Phone right now.
I'm out looking for a Job I’ll Hate,
So I can Survive,     Live     and Eat
……………………….………….that Rock Star Thing didn’t quite Work Out so,
FUCK OFF
At the Sound of the Tone……….”

”Sorry, but I can’t come to The Phone right now,
I'm a Jealous.    Petty     Bastard,     or Bitch
Dicking Someone Over     Royally on The Job,
And Getting Them thrown out onto the streets
    on their unhappy fannies--So Just
FUCK OFF
At the Sound of The Tone………………”

”Me Sorry, Me Can't Come to de Phone right now
Me out Gossiping     with Me Girlfriends     about Rubbish...,
Feeding off Someone Else’s Misfortune’s and Troubles
like a Meat Starved,     Hungry Vulture     so Ye Best
FUCK OFF
At The Sound of The Tone…………………………….”.

”Sorry, but We can’t come to the Phone right now
We're having Nuclear War with Saddam Hussein
and don’t wish to miss a moment of it,----------- so if you please,
FUCK OFF
At The Sound ot The Tone………………………………………….”

“The Number You have Reached has been Disconnected
Please Check The Number and Dial Again…………
The Number You have Reached has been Disconnected
Please, Check the Number and Dial Again…………………
The Number You have Reached has been Disconnected
Please Check The Number and Dial Again………………………….

29, January 2003
London, England

"Fuck Off"copyright2005

………………………………….F i n n e g a n /…*
www.FinneganThePoet.com

Current Mood: amused

“Fuck Me, Gently
With A Chainsaw!”

Slash Me Sweetly
With a Razor
Blast Me Breathless
With a Magnum/.
Fuck Me Gently
With a Chainsaw../
Fuck Me Gently
With a Chainsaw/…

Bash Me Brainless
With a Nightstick/..
Brain Me Senseless
With a Hammer../..
Fuck Me Gently
With a Chainsaw/.
Fuck Me Gently
With a Chainsaw ./..

You BattleAxe-Hag-Faced
Ivory Bitch/Don’t Fuck with Me/
Won’t take
Your Shit/You Stink-Pussy Fuck-Witted
Cheesy Clit/Trying to
Thieve My Life/You Suck Limp Dick/
You Dumb Ass
Motherfucking Two-Time Bitch/You Kiss My Ass
You Lying Bitch/You Bloated-up, Cramp-stricken
Honky Bitch/Got PMS,
Go Take a Shit!/You Constipated
Motherfucking Stuck-Up Bitch/Got Menstrual Cramps,
Go Take a Shit/..

Lynch Me
Nicely From The Rafters/..
Beat Me Mindless
With a Passion/
Fuck Me Gently,
With a Chainsaw/
Fuck Me Gently
With a
Spike Tonight/..

Stab Me Bloody
and Forget Me/..
Hack Me Up
With a Machete/
Fuck Me Gently
with a Chainsaw/
Fuck Me Gently
With an Axe
Tonight…/.

You Hook-Handed
Black-Hearted
Thieving Bitch/Gonna Wax
That Ass,
You Wall –Eyed Dick/You Ass-Ugly
Bug-Fucking, Greasy Shit/Go Wipe
Your Nose
you Snotty Twit/..You Cocksucking
Brown-Nosing Sleazy Prick/Go Blow Your Nose,
You Snot-Faced Shit/You Ass-kissing Motherfucking
Wimpy Dick/
Just Kiss
My Ass/You Nasty Bitch/...

Mash Me
Lifeless with an Anvil/..
Juice Me
Screaming with High Voltage/..
Fuck Me Gently
With a Chainsaw/.
Fuck Me Gently
With a Hook

Tonight/..

Hate and Spite
And Ridicule Me/..
Lie,
But You have Never
Fooled Me/.
Fuck Me Gently
With a Chainsaw
Fuck Me
Gently
With A Blade

GoodNight…/

7, April 2007
Albany, New York

Nasty Little Creatures # 18 copyright 2007

- -F i n n e g a n

Current Mood: amused

" Saying Bad Words,/
Doing Bad Things"
__________________

Saying I love you is better than/Ready, then?/
Saying My Doing is
loving my things
You can't have
What is mine, don't you wish
that you could?

My Mother's Cunny whipped Your Mother's Cunny
and wiped up the floor with
those
Big Saggy Tits/
My Mother's Cunny licked Your Mother's Cunny
and wiped up the floor
with
that Ugly White Bitch/

So
Me Mum Always Said
I think with the
wrong head
and to fuck the wrong sex
like a fiend/
Saying I love you is better by far
than to
not really mean
what you mean/

Telling Lies is okay
to deny that you're gay
when you're fucking some guy
up the ass/
Telling Lies are okay
cause now I'm an Ex-Gay,....
......But I'll be an ex-Catholic next week!

Look at Those Robots
Happy Little Robots
Acting out Stupid Little Lives/
Angry Robots
Jealous Little Robots
Stuck on Stupid Slaves/

Look at these Androids
Nasty Little Androids
Ripping Each Other Apart/
Look at these Androids
Heartless Androids
with Hate made Stainless Steel

Look at those Cyborgs
Sick Little Cyborgs
Waste Producers Top of their Line/
Look at those Cyborgs
Twisted Little Cyborgs
Overproduced and Made

Saying Nice Words/Doing Nice Things....
..................Totally Despised and Ignored!

Saying Bad Words/Doing Bad Things....
....................Totally Loved and Adored!

Saying Nice Words/Doing Nice Things....
..................Totally Despised and Ignored!

Saying Bad Words/Doing Bad Things....
....................Totally Loved and Adored!

4 August, 2009,
Boston, Mass, USA

Current Mood: amused

Hiding and lying are the same thing
Anger comes from within
Welcome to the real world

Life bites you when your down
Guilt leaves gaping holes
Love burns
Who isn't hiding a scar or two?

Tell me which lens is better, OK?
This one... or this one?
This one...... or this one?
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