The Insincere Poet

Well, the click, it was to hit And yet, I must admit, there is no way To submit... --David Duke, JR. Where's my hood...

For Bono... The aggressive poet: You've found me here, Mr. Batman yet I'm so insencere, without a link hyper to the core, so distinct yet you grapple with a loss, i am found Israel was my home, Michelle so proud now pick it up Jimmy... I've been watching you, like a hawk You're my bitch, and I'm so fucking hot Want you... --Gaga Drink to health, Heath, and kill yourself I can offer salvation, if you say how It was painless needle, and a shot I'm not proud... --Heath Huh, what the fuck, Franco is that you How the fuck can you tell it's real I'm not a profit, I'm not to understand Just take my hand, and believe... --Satan Now Medlen, go for it, and save yourself yeah Jesus heals, a prophet feels And yeah Yeshua may have said hi, But tonight, I cry... --A REal One, Medlen Come to me, Satan, bring me back It's a poem for a play, and she's had In my arms, crawl to me, Taylor no more Gaga's a whore, but tonight, my slut --Satan

the lost and the found, how my soul, how it returns back to home, back to you without a lover in arm or a guitar in hand the night she cries, where is he tonight... --His Wife, Mrs. Cornell

I'm so confused, I'm so lost how the music stops, now that the ball has dropped like a man without a can, the rope the same lynched like a lover, caught without a net no hope for a return, no one yet to have met __Mr. Cornell, channeled thru Michael

Traced by the innocent, I said her a lie She said she loved me, I just starred the wheel gripped, the leather hot She sat with her legs spread, I just felt the rub against the grain, her lips around mine A stroke and a clutch, she said she was fine...