So Jenn & I were mocking teenage emo poetry, as we do from time to time. It’s okay, I wrote enough teenage emo poetry that I’m really just mocking myself. And my black, black soul.
And then I came up with the worlds greatest thing: Emo Zombie Poetry.
untitledblack as my soul
I’m out of control
I sucked out your brain
but I feel the painmy blood turns to ooze
but your brains are like booze
I writhe with sorrow
the apocalypse is tomorrow
Man. I’m a bad poet even when I’m TRYING to be a bad poet…
You are a modern-day Zombie Ginsburg.
There was a great skit by Radio Free Vestibule called “Froo Froo The Talking Cat”
In the past, Froo Froo was famous for singing a jaunty little song called the “Fishy Fish Song”. The lyrics go:
Fishy fish, oh fishy fish,
I wish, I wish, I wish,
I could reach inside your bowl,
And eat you up whole.
But now he’s ‘too good’ for that stuff and has switched to dark spoken word performances. He’s in front of a crowd reading his latest poem:
Dark emptiness.
Dark, dark emptiness.
The void of the eternal skies…
And that’s about all we hear because the audience boos him and yell for him to sing the Fishy Fish song.
Froo Froo goes on to quit show business, and work in a dirty old bar.