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Nouns die,
They shrivel up, excrete pus and expire 2% style.
Nouns age,
They get convertibles, hair plugs, suffer from acid rain damage,
get challenged, develop diabetes, wear out, fall for their high
school lover.
Nouns "like the sex,"
they find about womb manipulation, penile
servicing–they cut
their hair, shape their breast tissue to attract their prey.
Nouns think about sex all the time, except when violated by a
meandering foot, or fed quarters every three hours.
Nouns enjoy reading, listening to music as they dash their long
black bangs across their eyes to hide from the boogeyman called
the occupational taxman.
Nouns love blue PowerAde with ham salad and sugar cookies,
Nouns get raped, sodomized,
they are burned, gutted and given replacement windows, accused
of hiding terrorists.
Nouns are messy, they excrete bodily fluids, frequently ignoring
the "Turkish Pavillion" of their creation.
Nouns get
recycled, parts donated to needy children or resurrected
as the plastic Jesus figurines at the dollar store.
Nouns are made in China from fabric imported from the United
States.
Some nouns try experimental drugs to actually see adjectives in
the haze above the sentence and throw rocks at the school after the
football
game.
Nouns beat up my little brother and stole my orange drink back in
elementary school.
Nouns can go to hell by burning their little popcorn angels and
heaven if they distance themselves from Grandma’s cough medicine,
Leroux Blackberry Brandy.
Nouns kill each other, blow each other up in the name of other
nouns,
some invisible.
Nouns should, and occasionally do, go to therapy.
Nouns consult the Qur’an for guidance
Nouns die, can be enslaved or freed with the brush of a keystroke.
Nouns give birth, give blood, give hate. |