Win On Diagonals

   I have video footage of an illegal wedding with a Hulkamania theme and a puking priest-ass-grabber–soda guggler that took place in Edison, New Jersey.  I always thought the world would end after I watched the worse movie ever.  The movie won’t exist, it can’t.  ‘Worse’ in my imagination stretches into further and further nadirs, like pop corn commercials that don’t show what most popcorn commercials show, people enjoying the ACT of popping corn.  Verily, nay, super-verily, does one see half naked dancers reciting shitty poetry on a trapeze during a pop corn commercial?  Ah, the end, the freakin end, the no more!  Sorry accident world, sorry extinct species, sorry movie goers….and now…
                                                            Alarms, Alarms!
                                                                        By: Dom Maltempi 1-10-07
                                                            That Ethiopian joke that had nothing to do with famine
                                                               Gave painful birth to Jokies
Exited from the wintered mouth of some pub piss lout
            Trying to excite the curdled dalliance held hostage
 Within a reticent recent divorcee’s blood pumper
                                                           
Studio audiences become super organisms
                                                                        Ordering mutant black cherry soft drinks
                                                            From multiple choice waitresses circling themselves
with cheap lead
            A B C D or let’s play ALARMS!
                                                                       
Order the pretzels Charles!
            They support murders!
Of our lifestyles!
                                               
 so soft they are not only inedible
                                                                              they render other items inedible by their presence
                                                                        time to vote, Yawn…I love him famous
 I love her could she be the next ?
                                                                                    Time to wait now, what to do, average like me
                                                                                                Tally, tally, appetizers!
                                                                                                Hate all the stuffing, gloob
                                                                                                            Great!
Time had watched us again now!
                                                                                                Vote your condition
                                                                                                            Moribund…but really zazzed up go!
                                                                       
Milk and tea rats scamper in the bed time witness protection story citadel
Certain snoozer cap stories, moon toothed, tousled breathe all talcum swabbed
 have whispered in certain lawmen’s ears
                        They have been found out!
                        Call in the milk and tea rats, adorable anger flares just for a jerkoff sec
                        The harangues in fat ass land must be paused momentarily!
  These idyllic bedtime stories must be snatched from their anonymous refuge
 transformed into an instruction booklet for dated calf muscle exercise machines of no efficacy!
                                    WORD UP
                        gnawed by the most shrill of the jockeys sick enough to crawl
                                    out of the bowed box where no dancing strumpet stretches limbs
                                                                              
  The guards have been put on alert for the Jokies
            Gleep, hag hag!
It’s the same enervating gag
strident notes, harbinger of grinding queasiness