I write free verse

I write free verse

I write free verse
It could be worse
I could waste my time
Like you, on rhyme
Of course, I am allowed to rhyme
So long as I can do it ironically
I save punctuation
For a future generation
I’m afraid if I use it correctly it will run
out although I occasionally incorrectly use a
semicolon
to show I know what one is; I‘m not sure if I‘m using it correctly,
but what’s correct?
Why are you hemming in
The world
With your TRADITIONAL
Idea of correctness

Fuck you all
Swearing is fun. Much more fun than using a thesaurus.
They’re just words, anyway


I could dissect YOUR words
For days,
I could slice and dice, with a mind
To understand
To destroy
To create
Or simply to play, but not to
Play simply.
Nothing is simple.
The perfectly simple appears infinitely complex
And vice-versa
That Truth has become a cliché
By being repeated by pretentious
Wankers who don’t understand it.
Don’t understand it enough
To see how simple it really is
Who must complicate everything, to wrap themselves
In the delicate mesh of illusory wisdom
Wankers like me.
There’s nothing like a sweet, warm wank…
But I digress. Where was I?
I was unsure of where I was, and capitalising on it.
Playing games with words.
A vaccine is the corpse of a virus,
Injected into a screaming vein to teach what to recognise
To watch out for
To destroy.
My words are a vaccine,
Their meaning is murdered.
They are a front -page seeking game.
I play with dead things, teaching myself
To watch out for, and destroy, meaning.
I live with the meaninglessness, love it
Quote a thousand works I’ve never read
Which prove the meaninglessness of everything.
Matter is all there is
Matter doesn’t matter
There is nothing but matter
Nothing matters.
Oh how I love to show
That I know
That I word has more than one meaning
When meaning is my enemy. Science is the only truth
A truth I neither understand, nor think important,
Truth is nothing. There is no truth. There are a thousand truths.
All are true and none of them matters.
Truth doesn’t matter.
Yet I despise
The lies
That lead us into an illegal war
I don’t give a shit about Iraqi children (or women, least of a all men)
I just don’t want to be a pariah for supporting something I don’t understand
I don’t understand what I oppose
But I’m not a pariah
So I get laid.
That’s about all there is.
I have health and love and a brain,
But all I care about is my vagina
I’m digressing again.
I like to digress.
It absolves me from actually having to make a point.
I write free verses.
My verses are imprisoned
By freedom.