As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.

 

I met a drunkard who ran a business called Unsolicited Quips

The only down payment was a beer for his lips

So I bought him a guineess and awaited his predicted

After he slurped up the froth

He laughed and turned to the aw ducts

“So here giddy up freshman

How about a little wise crack

Standing at a bar like an underage doormat

You seem to desire something wilder than a night out Hoping for it to pour with a storm out

Your day dreams last well into the evenings

So your sleep with unwarranted strikes

And then when you wake up

Your empty head greeds the day with no bite”

 

“Ain’t it true? Ain’t it right?

That’s how we continued when I smiled

“Indeed, tell me more, you haven’t finished your beer

I demand a whole order”

So he smirked and staid

‘Why you’re a man who squeezes every penny out of it

Salesman? Wall street dick?”

 

“Nah just an asshole deserving of it”

 

There he laughed and unquoted himself

Alright let’s park the good stuff on the shelf

You want that unadulteratedated moonshine

Soothe time

Grew lime

Puke fine stew dime with the rough prime

Whatever I said, if that’s what you call it

I’ll have everything until the last drops of the irish

Aight then

 

What’s a herd without a shep

No dog and no hep

No way with a cane to be smart

The crowd’s just random till you turn it into one

And there’s about a million little different ways you can twist it

Dig into your old geo books to lift it

So many parchments with earth run over

Sometimes it’s hard in rolling hills to say sober

So next time you find a wise wit with no feed

Listen to the in-between

Is that all?

Nah I’m just ribbing yea

Don’t listen to it at all