From Joel S. Weber
by Fly Girl
Note from Flygirl: Tony, one of RFM's Associates, gave me this poem, which
he said was written by a man without a computer. The writer asked us to read
his poem on the air, and I decided to print it on our messageboard also.
Here it is:
-------------------------------- As my life fades and becomes an embarrassing pile of dogshit, I revel at my
own choking rage and disgust at the majority who appears to be annulled
against pain, yet hypocritically masturbates their on ludicrously disturbing
and unrepenting crackpot reactions upon others who choke on their
confounding rampage. And as I look around me, I am glad to notice all these insane sex fiends.
Who would want to live in a beautiful and perfect world anyway? Let us die and be among the gross and ugly and when we achieve, let the
pinnacle be a disappointment. Who cares, anyway, right? Let life be a
shitbag and we will all be dead and ugly. Amen.
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