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[Anonymous No.20242977]

POETRY SONG TIME DAY NUMBER 3535
TITLE: UNTITLED
id.apr iupatr.vic

Jim was sitting pretty
upon his mechanical horse
a pistol in one hand - he held
and upon his lap was a red-haired whore,

she was suckling at a bottle
of coca cola from the states,
she was clad in a bright red one-piece,
and there was a smile upon her face,

for she was out for murder
and jim was only there for the ride,
"shoot him him and him," the whore exclaimed
and jim fired three shots from his side,

then down came emperor maximinus
(PBUH) his face was entirely gold
"jim you fag," he said through his mind,
"when did you come such a cuckold?"

Jim saw the truth in the words of the emperor
and he brought his mechanical horsie to a halt,
"it's true" he exclaimed, "it's all damn true,
and you've summed me up in my fault(!)"

and the emperor then commanded
for Jim to surely make amends
to murder-rape the young lady
and then they could again be friends,

"take her legs like this," said the emperor in his brain,
"lower up o'er a wooden shaft, and lower her down again,"

and jim went to stepping and the girl was quickly split
by the fourth or fifth drop, and the emperor liked this,

"there's nothing quite like some violence,"
he exclaimed through his golden maw,
"but you surely realize that now you're a criminal.."

"oh help me emperor sir, i implore!"

the emperor smiled and produced a collar,
"it's got a bomb-built in, and needn't you WORRA
cos the army always needs good lads like you,
COME ALONG MY BOY WE'VE WORK TO DO!"


and the emperor vanished, probably back into space,
leaving jiim all alone forte rest of his days
but with a large knife for company
and tick tick tick at his neck
and commands would come in his ear like
telling him who to go and gut next,

such things were how simple business was done
in the land of outer byzantium.
FIN.

id.apr iupatr.vic

[Anonymous No.20242978]

postmodernism is trite and lame

[Anonymous No.20242996]

said the emperor, for he was speaking again.