hey, look, found poetry!

[rkt]

once upon a time, many years ago in the year 1997, i was a senior at my beloved religious cult school (oh, the memories). we were given the opportunity to write anti-abortion poetry. okay, so at the time, i was doing the whole ‘it really ain’t right, but it should be legal, damnit. stance.



little tiny babe,
you can’t help
you are not born.

you kick
and jump

no more.


of course. at the same time, i was writing stuff like

George is a loser
He also is a boozer
he wanders ‘round, can’t get a girl.
And so he goes to hell.

One day he left his house
And looked about for some.
And when he found that the hookers were gone
He went back to hell.

One day George tried again
T’ get a girl to his den.
He tried and tried , and no one came
And so he went to hell.

George got a hooker
She wouldn’t give a fucker
She left and he said, ‘fuck you all!’
And so he went to hell.

George got a girl.
But she ain’t got a no pubes,
He ran and ran and went to hell.
And then he left.

during chapel with underclassmen.

and now i'm going to hell.