#59 A Hundred Fucking Loudmouths

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 like it when there are Webbles in my shoes

I think muddied knees rule

Jumping between goalposts and sweating like a fool

I like the high the kind that gets you all smiley

I like the cry that gets you all righty


I prefer broken teeth and numb chinsEspecially when you don’t look like a bruiser

But you still the type to win

I like it when the lights go out

Silence is a better critic than a hundred fucking loudmouths


I like the lack of company aso you focus on it all

I like the rush and the intermittent stalls

I like the paranoia

The submerged estates

The flakes and the perseveres

And the ones that feel like mistakes


I like the daisies and the dainty too

They are pretty nasty if you take them for pretty fools


I like the munchers and the soft spoken raters

They the ones who never turn out to be betrayers

I like the wire benders

And the fire enders

The sightseers

The disbelievers

The fruitful mirth’s

The drunken birthers

The barstool philosophers

Who question everything in their stupid ways

You don’t take them seriously

But their absurdity makes your day

I like the fliers a lot

They’re reinventing right on the spot

I love the liars they always give you a task

And once you see through them

They’re always at bat

I like the misreads and the pranked constants

They’ll have a laugh on the ground and lay there an absorb it

I like the one for all and the all for ones

The damned unions and the dreadful sons

The sneaky daughters fiwarring with the night

Better than any backstreet brawlers

Get them on your side

I like the lakers and the haters through and through

They all about this and all about drool


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