The mad rantings of Moisst's favorite Uncle.
Original poem by Uncle Kenny. Taken from Issue One 1992/93.
STUMBLING
and i watched the wildebeest
pull himself from the desert floor
vultures dodging stumbling hoof
labored breath as his body is lifted up
by his frail thin legs
chewed whittled by impending death
his entrails sloth out
reaching for dry cracks
finally gathering strength
to embrace the roots of a dying tree
hyaena's laugh wildly, jumping on his ass
digging deep into his back
between tough hide and tender flesh
to find the vertebrae of a child
the beast contorts his body
into strange hieroglyphic symbols
to where his nose is touching
the bottom of his left hoof
a hyena falls of and ribs are crushed
spewing blood outward
painting a mosaic picture
of cherubs jacking off to Satan
with no organs lifting his body
the wildebeest falls exhausted
impaling his ribs
on rotting elephants sun bleached
tusks passersby notice nothing
as they are entranced
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pull himself from the desert floor
vultures dodging stumbling hoof
labored breath as his body is lifted up
by his frail thin legs
chewed whittled by impending death
his entrails sloth out
reaching for dry cracks
finally gathering strength
to embrace the roots of a dying tree
hyaena's laugh wildly, jumping on his ass
digging deep into his back
between tough hide and tender flesh
to find the vertebrae of a child
the beast contorts his body
into strange hieroglyphic symbols
to where his nose is touching
the bottom of his left hoof
a hyena falls of and ribs are crushed
spewing blood outward
painting a mosaic picture
of cherubs jacking off to Satan
with no organs lifting his body
the wildebeest falls exhausted
impaling his ribs
on rotting elephants sun bleached
tusks passersby notice nothing
as they are entranced
by all nude reviews here on 42nd street
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