Flint-Parker Mind Baby

If Captain Flint and Dorothy Parker had a baby....

Wit with a sword

I'll tear yer heart out

I'm so f*****g bored

Drinks half past breakfast

Cheers to us and our degradations

Why, what have you now?

You'll eviscerate the magistrate?

You bring the w***e's some water

I'll worry on the horticulture

Our boys need be fighting men

Cunning, guile, strength, the appetite

For pranks

The depth of a man's heart lies with his comedy

Deceivers to the end...

W****s and liars and cheaters and thieves

All our friends god sent

We die together don't you know?

Just different times

But baby doll, it can be so very f*****g slow

And full of wonder, my love

Reviews

[justdandy]

I think this is nice. So many views, yet not a single review. I love how this poem is just a lot of trashy words put together and when put together they make art. Art that is expensive.

[Davidgeo]

I rarely get reviewed, those who give meaningless reviews get told to f**k off in the most unfriendly way. I like the trashy words accumulated into art analysis. I tend to agree with that. If you don't know who Dorothy Parker look her up, this poem makes more sense if you are familiar with her, musings and insults.

[justdandy]

I do respect you for sending those people away though. It is very logical. But sometimes when a person's piece is bad, it needs to be reviewed in the worst way possible. And that worst way is always hidden in a code. If you unscramble that code, then you will understand the true meaning of your review.

[Davidgeo]

Yeah, people who say they speak in code like that, usually say that because they have nothing to say below the surface. This ain't world world 2 we don't need encryption, it's okay to be direct..... for me, be direct or shut the f**k up.

[Davidgeo]

world war 2, I meant

[justdandy]

I understand. And that is understandable. I must go. Goodbye Hans.