Hell, I didn’t think it would hurt anyone-Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry

Olde Punk at his scathing best

RamJet Poetry


Twisting nine inch nail caustic pain

shearing across the oasis of angels

Knives employed in sporting events

breaking all assumptions and

leaving them raging confined

Terminal velocity collection agency

outside the timeline

ostracize your families with urgency

crystalline blue-steel bullshit

still stinks even when presented in prettier packaging

Sadistic pampered harlots take your dollars

and line out the pleasures 24/7/365

all on your palm, lap it up

all promises are hate filled lies in the course of local diatribe

kissing the crowned messianic athletes

I’ll rape you on our next date, see you in court, don’t be late

The mountains simmer in mute anger

they wish to crumble your malignant beauty

the earth shakes again; we’re not in Kansas anymore Toto

let’s all drown in the river of waste

and then have a debate about the taste

Your mother was poisoned today

and the doctor wasn’t sorry about it


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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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