FREAK SHOW

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Night at the peepshow, spot a ho, buy one get a free blow. Obese with a ten-fold belly crease, 500 dollar fleece and a missing toe, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Gay agender to make everyone a bender, tellytubbies, two hubbies, Dipsy, Tinky-Winky, La La and Po, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Advertised in the back pages of the men’s spread to make you a stud in bed. An implement to please a c~~~, add another 2inches to grow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Hyperactive, bi-polar, don’t want to live, a natural depressive. Take a pill to make you ill when low, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Cannibalistic mass, I’ve got a first class, ticket, think I’ll pass, rather have Rickets

Daily sacrificed, once never sufficed, the crow croaked thrice, I’ve got a front row to the freak show

Sexless marriage, horse drawn carriage. Strapped up with a 15inch black rubber dildo, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Blacks with knives, battered wives, all lives matter. The woodland flasher, seed goes splatter, all show and no go, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

White guilt, me too, cry over spilt milk. Tattoos of they’re spawn on their breasts, gym goers in white vests. “Chest-brah”, silicone t~~~, shrunken bits, won’t go far, fake tan the colour of tar with acne attack all over back, an unhealthy glow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Combover hair in a motorised wheel-chair. 5mph, too slow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Spin doctor politics, Tourette tics, chicks with dicks, selfie sticks, alcoholics, whose liver is yellow, modern models shaped like a marshmallow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Labelled as a loco, cerebral harrow, diminished bone marrow, highlight of the day drinking a cup of coco, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

Melted polar caps, designer vagina flaps, incontinence mishaps, dribbling flow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show

I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show, but I don’t want to know, yearn to be extinct like the do-do, just let me go, I’ve given away, don’t want to stay my ticket to the freak show

[hmskl’dParticipant 6414]

The only way I once knew to escape the Freak Show
..was to keep moving ever deeper into piney woods.
An attempt to get away from them all ..everything.

Then, the AWALT began to marry trees .. and now,
one has named her tree Tim, she has sex with him
..where does one go to hide from their open show?

[Branched offParticipant 10980]

Nice one Colin. Well done.

This poem has a real oral feel (which I think is often sadly lacking in a lot of modern verse). I would recite this one aloud in revising it. It has some real flow and rhythm. There are the odd spots where the flow isn’t there and I think if you kept saying it aloud and searching for the right words at these spots, they would get smoothed out without losing any of it realness because the revisions would be all oral.

Then you need to recite this at a poetry festival to all the PC liberals that frequent such gatherings. Art is often the vanguard of culture. Just as the counter culture seized art first before they took over main stream culture and then politics, so I am waiting for the art of sanity (of counter liberalism) to rebelliously infiltrate main stream art where now only political correctness and identity politics rule. The despised rebels of this generation will all get honoured next generation or the one after.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Anonymous 1]

I liked this one Colin so I’ll add a few of my one. Here goes:

Stop and Go, Yes Means No, A first class ticket to the freak show

Tranny T~~~, Blown Up lips, Built up shoulders and narrow hips
I’ve seen it all don’t you know, a first class ticket to the freak show

A man in drag smokes a f~~, takes some c~~~ from an old hag
they roll them out on display, to read to kiddies everyday
don’t fret or curse or start a row, its all just part of our freak show

Hormones and Heroin a Gender Bender, All part of the Alchemical *Agenda (Agender)
To resurrect the Unisex and bring us onward to The Next
How it ends we do not know, so I’ll keep watching the freak show

[Branched offParticipant 10980]

Like it Wizard’s pupil. Look out arty farty liberals, MGTOW poetry is coming for you.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[LurchParticipant 3871]

Freak Show?

You’re talking about Tinder, yes?

Blue-Pill Virgin: Women hate me! That's what it is.
MGTOW Man: Hate them back; it works for me.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Night at the peepshow, spot a ho, buy one get a free blow. Obese with a ten-fold belly crease, 500 dollar fleece and a missing toe, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Gay agender to make everyone a bender, tellytubbies, two hubbies, Dipsy, Tinky-Winky, La La and Po, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Advertised in the back pages of the men’s spread to make you a stud in bed. An implement to please a c~~~, add another 2inches to grow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Hyperactive, bi-polar, don’t want to live, a natural depressive. Take a pill to make you ill when low, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Cannibalistic mass, I’ve got a first class, ticket, think I’ll pass, rather have Rickets
Daily sacrificed, once never sufficed, the crow croaked thrice, I’ve got a front row to the freak show
Sexless marriage, horse drawn carriage. Strapped up with a 15inch black rubber dildo, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Blacks with knives, battered wives, all lives matter. The woodland flasher, seed goes splatter, all show and no go, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
White guilt, me too, cry over spilt milk. Tattoos of they’re spawn on their breasts, gym goers in white vests. “Chest-brah”, silicone t~~~, shrunken bits, won’t go far, fake tan the colour of tar with acne attack all over back, an unhealthy glow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Combover hair in a motorised wheel-chair. 5mph, too slow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Spin doctor politics, Tourette tics, chicks with dicks, selfie sticks, alcoholics, whose liver is yellow, modern models shaped like a marshmallow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Labelled as a loco, cerebral harrow, diminished bone marrow, highlight of the day drinking a cup of coco, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
Melted polar caps, designer vagina flaps, incontinence mishaps, dribbling flow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show
I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show, but I don’t want to know, yearn to be extinct like the do-do, just let me go, I’ve given away, don’t want to stay my ticket to the freak show

Couldn’t help but see the current state of the U.S. in this one. Not bad, Combover, old boy.

I live in Greece.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Night at the peepshow, spot a ho, buy one get a free blow. Obese with a ten-fold belly crease, 500 dollar fleece and a missing toe, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showGay agender to make everyone a bender, tellytubbies, two hubbies, Dipsy, Tinky-Winky, La La and Po, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showAdvertised in the back pages of the men’s spread to make you a stud in bed. An implement to please a c~~~, add another 2inches to grow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showHyperactive, bi-polar, don’t want to live, a natural depressive. Take a pill to make you ill when low, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showCannibalistic mass, I’ve got a first class, ticket, think I’ll pass, rather have RicketsDaily sacrificed, once never sufficed, the crow croaked thrice, I’ve got a front row to the freak showSexless marriage, horse drawn carriage. Strapped up with a 15inch black rubber dildo, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showBlacks with knives, battered wives, all lives matter. The woodland flasher, seed goes splatter, all show and no go, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showWhite guilt, me too, cry over spilt milk. Tattoos of they’re spawn on their breasts, gym goers in white vests. “Chest-brah”, silicone t~~~, shrunken bits, won’t go far, fake tan the colour of tar with acne attack all over back, an unhealthy glow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showCombover hair in a motorised wheel-chair. 5mph, too slow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showSpin doctor politics, Tourette tics, chicks with dicks, selfie sticks, alcoholics, whose liver is yellow, modern models shaped like a marshmallow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showLabelled as a loco, cerebral harrow, diminished bone marrow, highlight of the day drinking a cup of coco, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showMelted polar caps, designer vagina flaps, incontinence mishaps, dribbling flow, I’ve got a first class ticket to the freak showI’ve got a first class ticket to the freak show, but I don’t want to know, yearn to be extinct like the do-do, just let me go, I’ve given away, don’t want to stay my ticket to the freak show

Couldn’t help but see the current state of the U.S. in this one. Not bad, Combover, old boy.
I live in Greece.

What a coincidence, so do I! Let’s meet up and smash some plates and go on double dates.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Lurch wrote:

Freak Show?
You’re talking about Tinder, yes?

No, I am talking about humanity as a species.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Branched off wrote:

Nice one Colin. Well done.
This poem has a real oral feel (which I think is often sadly lacking in a lot of modern verse). I would recite this one aloud in revising it. It has some real flow and rhythm. There are the odd spots where the flow isn’t there and I think if you kept saying it aloud and searching for the right words at these spots, they would get smoothed out without losing any of it realness because the revisions would be all oral.
Then you need to recite this at a poetry festival to all the PC liberals that frequent such gatherings. Art is often the vanguard of culture. Just as the counter culture seized art first before they took over main stream culture and then politics, so I am waiting for the art of sanity (of counter liberalism) to rebelliously infiltrate main stream art where now only political correctness and identity politics rule. The despised rebels of this generation will all get honoured next generation or the one after.[/quote

Don’t you like a turd in a toilet, or get turned on(get it!) by a light switch. Another field to inhibit originality thought and individual expressment.
Abstract art is what I enjoy.
Cheers for the feedback.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

hmskl’d wrote:

The only way I once knew to escape the Freak Show..was to keep moving ever deeper into piney woods.An attempt to get away from them all ..everything.
Then, the AWALT began to marry trees .. and now,one has named her tree Tim, she has sex with him..where does one go to hide from their open show?
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Shame the c~~~ didn’t marry a Cactus.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

What a coincidence, so do I! Let’s meet up and smash some plates and go on double dates.

You ever been down here to Nicaragua? I enjoy living here.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

What a coincidence, so do I! Let’s meet up and smash some plates and go on double dates.

You ever been down here to Nicaragua? I enjoy living here.

I thought you resided in Crete, Saline County, Nebraska?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

What a coincidence, so do I! Let’s meet up and smash some plates and go on double dates.

You ever been down here to Nicaragua? I enjoy living here.

I thought you resided in Crete, Saline County, Nebraska?

No, don’t be ridiculous. I live in New York, Brazil, Canada.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Tell me the state you American reprobate. Please, I am begging you, I just want to be friends.

[Branched offParticipant 10980]

I am not quite sure what you mean Colin. Is your poetry abstract?

I like to take a dump in a toilet and then I like to flush it. Light switches are cool because they turn on the lights when you have electricity. I don’t however have a wank over my light switches and I don’t find turds in toilets endearing.

What field is inhibiting individual expression?

Not sure what you mean mate. Have I offended?

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Branched off wrote:

I am not quite sure what you mean Colin. Is your poetry abstract?
I like to take a dump in a toilet and then I like to flush it. Light switches are cool because they turn on the lights when you have electricity. I don’t however have a wank over my light switches and I don’t find turds in toilets endearing.
What field is inhibiting individual expression?
Not sure what you mean mate. Have I offended?

No, you haven’t offended.
I meant regarding turds in a toilet and light switches as being deemed “art” nowadays. The field inhibiting is the art world by classing the aforementioned as “artistic”

Some of my poems I believe could be construed as metaphysical. Interpretation is the key in all art. A picture for example will emote differently in others than oneself.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Tell me the state you American reprobate. Please, I am begging you, I just want to be friends.

Kent, UK

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5071]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Tell me the state you American reprobate. Please, I am begging you, I just want to be friends.

Kent, UK

You really are a gump aren’t you. We have counties not States. You obviously had to google “Kent”. Typical ignorant yank.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Tell me the state you American reprobate. Please, I am begging you, I just want to be friends.

Kent, UK

You really are a gump aren’t you. We have counties not States. You obviously had to google “Kent”. Typical ignorant yank.

Wow, and you say you want to be friends? Look at how you’re speaking to me. What possible motivation would I have for disclosing my location of residence?

I didn’t have to google anything. I have an English friend who lives in Kent. We’ve exchanged several parcels in the past. He has sent me tea and a tea pot among other things and I’ve sent him such items as cigars and t-shirts.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

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