Saturday, November 12, 2011

On Skateboarding

Embody the musings of Gnaroclese

Like the deformed adolescent Tesudines.

Moving paintings on Saturday morning

Stealthily shape the youth. No warning.

We take what we want and break what we need.

No drugs, just ecstasy, trees, and speed.

Mt. Olympus must serve Mtn Dew,

Holy water gallons, and Slim Jims too.

Only through faith may we taste the nectar.

Satan makes a concubine of Sheckler. 

2 comments:

  1. Nice poem. I really liked that it is in iambic pentameter. I have never written a poem in that.

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  2. People who skateboard really often do seem like they are in a zone.

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