UnPoetia:An Obfuscatory And Chillingly Unnecessary Study In Verbal Repetition And A Remix Of The Plebeian's Worldly Intake Of Meaningless Shit

Poetry for people who hate poetry

We were thinking of the bomb.

All the whiles, he was chewing chewing gum

That he had had for a time now

But chewing gum doesn't go bad or brown.

All the whiles, he had had the TV on

That that blonde idiot had commandeered

Or was it that other blonde idiot?

It doesn't really matter, because

He wasn't watching.

He was thinking about the bomb.

We were thinking about the bomb.

Man, was that some bomb.

Best bomb of 2008, dear

Best bomb ever, man.

Sure it killed a few white families

Destroyed a few white ponds, a few white houses

With ugly white stucco and ugly white windows

Made the TV turn white with repentance,

Made a few white collar bystanders' jackpots.

He construed it as a contractor's construction

It certainly was a contractor's structural dream

There's money to be made and that's why

We were thinking about the bomb.

We were still thinking about it.

And once the blonde idiots left, the money was spent, the TV had paid its license fee, programmed its standard issue, and reaped its ratings

Once dignity and venerability had gone to pot, much remained

For him to believe the venture was worthwhile, as the culprits still kept the profits in their hearts,

Sadistic as it may sound, in HM prison.

For him it was another grim whim, as is oft reported on TV

For him, his house had not collapsed, his dog had not died and his gum had not soured

In a year he was no longer thinking about the bomb.