Saturday, September 11, 2010

Hyperbole: A Poem in Prose

This book will open your skull with a sharp rock and scoop out the goo. This book will impale your eyes on toothpicks and pull them out. This book will pull out all your teeth, one by one, with your own shaking fingers. This book will stomp your ribs until you feel the cool marrow leaking out inside you.

This book will carve you a new vagina next to the old one, or where you never had one before. This book will scorch your tongue and peel the lining of your stomach. This book will pop your toes like popcorn. This book will play your spinal cord like the hyenas in Lion King. This book will split you from stem to stern. This book will rip your ears off the side of your head.

This book will drunk dial all your ex girlfriends. This book will promise to be the designated driver and then glug down ten martinis. This book will pants you during show and tell. This book will eat all the skins off the chicken in your KFC bucket. This book will peek while you enter your PIN. This book will throw your lunch up on the roof. This book will measure your penis accurately. This book will make an authentic Native American dream catcher with your intestines. This book will reach into your chest cavity and leave its mock-gold watch behind.

This book will tell your mother what you've done.

This book will tell your father what you did.

1 comment:

  1. Holy hell. I'm not sure this was the goal, but now I kinda wanna read this book.

    Also, the poem was good too.

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