Superhuman Stateless Senior (SSS)
I kind of envy your virtual disgust for fame even while we think you
despicable for your virtual disdain for opinion. How to paint this picture:you're old now, I'm still pretty much young, I got a bottle of cologne and
you've got the smell of inedible, rotting yam. Mr. Nameless, that's noteven apt. Are you a plant ready to be made into fertilizer? And d'you
take
a bath? Do you listen to detergent ads on a neighbor's TV's broad-
casts?Where do you live, in a house? I inherited one, complete with a mouse.
You are a rat. Pity you should be joining a beggars' syndicate. From
buswindows we see you homeless as a garbage cat. But I kind of envy
your
virtual nine lives in the cold even as we virtually hope you'll die now in amirage of food. How is this? You're nothing, I'm still pretty much young.
I
have a new pair of working-class denims while you're looking likesomeone from some dead boomtown. Oh now, how do we finish this
verse! With a thud, with a rhyme? I know. I can look away and startanother poem. But, by the way, I just might pass this way again. Your
name, please? Oh, I forgot, we don't give a fart. And you gotta piss.How many more rhymes will be written about you before you frigging
die!
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This poem was inspired by another piece by Edith Tiempo, titled Nameless.
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