In which bigscary writes a morbid and often baffling Shel Silverstein poem

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Iz's First Visit

Riffing in slim light sits Him.
Him sits within sin singing within sin.

Iz is pissing in his tin din--
it's his first piss with Him.

Iz finds his piss ticking in his tin.
Iz finds his piss nihilistic
with Him sitting, spitting, skidding his Sin Sing.

Him drinks gin, spitting hiss-diss:
"Iz, finish this piss
This shindig's ill!
Living in Sin Sing, Iz will mind things
Iz will mind"

Iz is ticklish, Him is tickling Iz
with his Sin Sing swinging.

Iz swings with his Sin Sing hits-
Living is frigid with Him in his pits.

Comments

  1. KateRoseOctober 2, 2009 at 9:51 PM

    I love this.

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  2. JonOctober 9, 2009 at 8:32 PM

    this gets close to lolcatz at times, WHICH I LOVE SO KEEP GOING WITH THE IZ AND FUCK THE IS YA.

    i think the only line that doesn't work is "This shindig's ill!" everything else is aiiiight. in love with sin sing.

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