A Poem for the lovely Alice: Fly In The Wrong Answer
Fly in the Wrong Answer.
The Almighty, then
being angry at cinema times,
flying father of the Lord
of those who is pretty standard knowledge,
but really ...
sometimes who does forget and digress this situation.
Unless a Hasbro has been going on,
work of the sodding birthday,
While a short note of digression,
is really like a moment of flight
bartered with the counters of the kitefish lord,
which it is preferable to spend all my failure?
I seek to know these answers
But
NO!!!
If all my by my own I braved the game
which is designed, with instead suggestions,
that tomorrow my previous posts will be happy,
and that my new boyfriend seeks.
Should I quest forth as to whether
a people towards a Trivial Pursuit
doth move?
A Poem by The Cloned Corpse of Marcus Tal
Alice, tell your friends and fellow bloggers of my wordsmithery and I shall bestow upon them the gift of poetry.
posted by the cloned corpse of marcus tal @ 1:16 PM
16 Comments:
Wow. Just... wow.
I'd write a longer review and analysis of this shard of creative genius, but currently I am too busy wiping away the tears of joy and gratitude which it has inspired in me.
I thank you, Corpse, with all the strength this stony heart of mine can muster.
You are more than welcome.
Clone man,
I surreptitiously placed this on your blog for you to find so as not to have any one see but you. You may delete it if you like afterwards.
I really enjoy your handiwork and your blog allows me to get the stress out from posting from all the loser blogs around, and their anti-American comments.
You know who this is, it's the person who comes to your blog the most, so I won't say my name.
Now, here's what I think about you. Tell me if I'm right and then I'll let you guess about me.
So, here goes:
You are probably in your 40s, frustrated, and most likely holding an utterly boring desk job. Of course, you are a reader of lit, with a talent for words.
By the way, I realize your poetry is "deconstructionist," (no rhyme just narrative). This may be another indication perhaps of one who wanted to do just that "become a Lit person", but discovered that putting bread on the table is an entirely different proposition; hence, the "cloned corpse" reference. By God, aren't we all "cloned corpses" just going through the grind without fulfilling any higher purpose that we may have seen for ourselves?
So, how did I do? I mean this as a compliment my friend and again I really appreciate you allowing me the poetic freedom to post on your blog with all my nonsense.
So, tell me about me... (YOU KNOW WHO I AM, but just in case there is any doubt, I am "RAF Mildenhall" person. This is your bonus clue.
Dear Person
You are an insane fruitcake
Kind Regards
The Cloned Corpse of Marcus Tal
I was hoping for something a bit more than just "insane fruitcake". When my hero (CCOMT) shatters my confidence like this, what can I do but just walk the halls of the ward until someone builds my self-esteem back up, or at least until the next little paper cup arrives.
Scruffy
Come now,
"Thou shalt not worship false Idols"
BTW I know you are the Fat Pride person
Kind Regards
No he is not!
How else would Fat Pride know to look here for my comments?
Do not trifle with the immense power of my superior intellect.
Nevertheless, I have another blog: Flying Aqua Badger. That will give you all the answers you seek...
Kind Regards
Dan Hill
You have paralleled my own ploy to your own. You are very clever indeed. This is why I admire you so. With others that talk merely of the boring details of their lives, we together make nonsense into fun, which in the end doesn't pay the bills, but either does reading about some woman and her pet cats. Again, thank you for your allowing me this hiding spot on your blog. You are a true blog friend.
I barely exist on the fringes of reality, however, know this... the Cloned Corpse of Marcus Tal being the elusive character he always has been is not being entirely truthful. His genesis is within the pages of Flying Aqua Badger and he is not Dan Hill.
Ask Dan hill @ Flyin Aqua Badger leave a message on his blog.
Found your little love nest you homos!
Scruff, do not go there. It is a trap. How did wirewool mutton find this place....
Now listen here this is all getting very silly. I am not homosexual, although I have no issue with people of this type, and have 8 children.
Please Grow up for the sake of humanity or feel the wrath of my superior intellect...
Just ignore wirewool. He's just jealous because he doesn't have a hiding spot on your blog.
Your sexual orientation was never in question you HE MAN you.
I think we really need to clean up this hiding spot. One of the things I'm picky about is cleanliness. Mr. Clone, can you please ensure we keep this place tidy as one thing I don't like is a messy hiding spot.
Losers all of you
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