Nonsense, Part 216

Isis, not the fraudulent, nonexistent, Egyptian one,

told me that we should marry on Cinco De Mayo,

and I told her that I was going to slake my thirst

on what the most interesting man in the world

prefers, and I said we should marry in the number

of days where two was multiplied five times, a look

of confusion came across her countenance, and then

she realized that was the day that Damian, the demon

seed was born, and I told her that he died after that

third installment of Jurassic Park was made, but I was

really referring to that guy's movie career, and so she

suggested we marry a full calendar month later, and not

this s**t where the first three prime numbers were being

multiplied but a day later, and I told her we could but she

needed to know that I had a bisexual streak within me and

I was banging her brother Set, and since the state of Iowa

finally legalized gay marriage, I might marry him instead and

she gave the ice stare of death, as if I had cut off her brother's

dick or something, but maybe I'm mixing my mythology like I'm

mixing my drinks, like whiskey with antifreeze instead of sour.

Author's Note

I did mix my mythology up, but I was sober when I did that.

Reviews

[Teri B]

"I was sober when I did that."

A likely story, young man! Hehe! How did you now that that was exactly what I was going to question, given the last line of your poem? Ever heard of drunken blogging? Your lines made me think of that. Of course, if you WEREN'T drunk, then the conceit is brilliant as a vehicle for explaining the speaker's thoughts.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem went in many direction. When I finish the poem. I was more confused. I believe you would piss off a woman with the knowledge she lost her mate to her brother. Thank you for the entertaining poetry.
Coyote