Interview with a Van Pyre

Do not question,
corrupt digestion,
for thou aren’t not a bee

Bisoo, into,
corblithe me too,
befruddadee-challay

No demon,
deep or shallow,
shalt comfort you in pregnancy,

Scrub ladee-da,
Sun’s bright.

Grood splite
Ca’Roum-Lik

Slice my forechar,
belligerent ho’s, if they?
Excuse me but, could you please, a shot

Milk and Money, Bunny.

Come gather suns,
come shatter.

And you will be consumed
you are a fucking dampener.

Chicken in tow,
Altair knows
burlap is stil.

Run with chemm?Masses off..

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~ by kinchoporgy on November 5, 2008.

2 Responses to “Interview with a Van Pyre”

  1. awww… I lllove this poem. It tickles my insides, but I can’t laugh, cause I gotta think.

  2. Haha. The trick is to NOT think, yellow. That was just the keyboard catching my leaking brain.

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