I AM IRONMAN.
I R O N M A N.
I need not sleep. I need not rest.
I am powerful because I'm stone cold.
I eat weaklings like you for breakfast.
But what am I saying, I am IRONMAN.
IRONMAN needs no food.
IRONMAN needs no love.
IRONMAN doesn't need to piss or poop.
Because IRONMAN is like totally awesome.
Above, my friends, is a poem.
Marvel at the arty farty side of ky.
I'm also Superman.
Only I wear my underwear inside, and it isn't red.
I also can't fly. I'm also skinny.
Forget it. I suck at poems.
Ooo. Maybe I can write a poem by randomly breaking sentences, into more sentences!
That would be pretty artistic.
The following poem is entitled, My First Day of School in SFSU in Fall2005.
Enjoy.
-
Today, is my
first day of
S C H O O L
in SF
SU
in FALL20 0 5 .
I
did not have
fun at all.
Why, you ask? Because
s choo L
sucks shit.
Shit shit shit. Smelly shit.
No one likes smelly shit,
besides maybe Japornese.
I've seen pictures of them
eating
smelly shit
on sites for disturbing
images.
I
am a fan
of disturbing
images.
-
~~~end of poem~~~
Call me poet.
I didn't get enough sleep last night.
I didn't get enough sleep the night before.
I didn't get enough sleep in class.
I'm not going to get enough sleep tonight.
Is this what people call insomnia?
If it is, I love insomnia.
Sweet sweet insomnia.
~Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet little aaaaaaaggggonnyy~
I love Smashing Pumpkins,
but I don't love sweets.
Have you hear people telling you things like,
"you can never be too kind"
or something similiar?
If so, slap that person.
If that person is your parent,
slap twice because a parent shouldn't mislead children.
If the person insists,
force that person to eat okra.
Or smelly shit, unless that person is a Japornese.
Oh lookie! A birthday cake for me!
Just that it was someone else's birthday.
I need not birthday celebrations with groups of friends,
because I'm IRONMAN.
Posted by Ky
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