Poet Laureate of Wicker Park

Feb. 21, 2012 at 9:45pm with 189 notes

Reblogged from sneakers2sole

Our Future is Odd

by IL. Subliminal 2/21/12 9:45pm

Epigram - “Earl puts the ass in assassin, put the pieces of decomposing bodies

in plastic, puts them in a bag and mixes them up with scath, feeds it
to niggas like fat chicks eatin’ catfish.”

One of my students said that the only reason he goes to Church is
because of “The Lord” and all the other Females who be there.

Charlie Sheen now smokes some spanking new drug called Tiger Blood.
And brags about 7 gram rock banging.

Charles Hamilton is a man child preserved pubescent by pink lava
lampoons of youtube tomfollery.
Oh, last month he was someone’s girlfriend in Cleveland County Penn.

Earl, I like you. So homo. No pause.
Tyler, I would LOVE to slide into your kelidescope and underdig
why you hate yourself so…
Undertake where you made your mephistopile deal.
Delve into your dark hate self loathingness.

I’ll Wait to watch
while you danced alone
in the pale moonlight of your shadow.

Oh fly lord children.

Didn’t y’all study VH1 behind the music?
Didn’t y’all see Basquiat with Jeffrey Wright?

Oh, I forgot, art movies with David Bowie are too faggotty for your
pubecent palate to swallow.

Earl,
because your mother cared enough to send you 2 boarding school,
you MIGHT get off easy.

Don’t you know that NO ONE loves the Genius child?

Tyler, I know you witnessed
Michael - first hand,

pause,

Every Man’s dream is Never Never…
really possible.

Bells tinker away from the clapping sound.

Panned Peters piper in pies too hot for a young man like you to injest, sweety.

The shadow yo’re slowdancing with is
piloting you to the masses,
masking you as gyro meat (lamb).

Nailing you up on billboard charts and
drain your penned fountains
for his own youth sirum.

That’s all the hyenaed hipsters want, something to laugh at,
Something to milkbone manage,
Someone to make plastic,
mass produce,
Make parody.

Imitation
Is the greatest form of mockery,

the best trick the media mogels ever did was make everyone believe that
the vaudevillien tar n red lipstick
No longer exists.

What will you do when
the next Vanilla-Elvis-Timber-Bieber
cuts your head and
Uses it as a soupbowl?

What happens Earl,
when he passes around your
Mother’s C cup around
at the Superbowl?

Getting paid billions more than you to
Scare blackpeople into
skinhead sayonce slurred shock.

What happens when his quirky cousin gets signed by spitting your lyrics
wit popcorn porcupine proficiency.

What happens if when they
get awarded grammy
n your black n blue music isn’t even
Jailhouse rockin’ thru the
payphone to your mammy?

What happens when your doomed to repeat someone elses miscalculation?

What happens when ur crazy enough to expect a different result?

Hopefully, you’re real giddy go lucky.
Hopefully, this is all a dream during boyhood, meaning momentary.

One of my students said that the only reason he goes to Church is
because of “The Lord” and all the other Females
who be there every week.

Our Future is Odd.