Dammit I’m mad.Evil is a deed as I live.God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,In my halo of a mired rum tin.I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.Is evil in a clam? In a trap?No. It is open. On it I was stuck.Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.Be still if I fill its ebb.Ew, a spider… eh?We sleep. Oh no!Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.Both, one… my names are in it.Murder? I’m a fool.A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,A Goddam level I lived at.On mail let it in. I’m it.Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”Evil is a deed as I live.Dammit I’m mad.” - Demetri Martin
Posted on: Tue, 10 Jun 2014 19:42:34 +0000
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