Gardner of Philly IMC to me, 8/22
Perfect, huh? The term that occured to me when I read that you considered your poetry "perfect" was "delusions of grandeur."
By Israel Deaf Messenger 08.22.2007
"To Philly: Have Gardner write me a poem. Show me!"
Considering that everybody we know considers you to be a wacky, unhinged lunatic, we would gain nothing by any effort to write a poem. Y'all don't believe that we/I'm an individual person, too bad.
This is the proof that I have perfected poetry. BDT = Bush Daddy Tribe
When I wrote this poem, I was convinced that the gays were the main problem; but now I realize that the coprophagists are at the forefront of the iniquity that characterizes BDT. Although most of the coprophagists are gay, they are the ones who are most intent on concealing their sexual orientation; thus they are the ones who are probably responsible for AIDS; i.e. Anthrax thriving among the gays who favored"outing"all gays. The silence after past publications of this poem has confirmed that this is probably the best and the only perfect poem ever written. Contrary to the required maximum 16 lines of many poetry contests, 28 lines in seven verses was the norm for modern poetry, for it was an adaption of the much longer 14 lines of the sonnets. It took six days to write this poem. Much of the content of this poem is taken from the gay newspapers of DC in the 1980s, for they were trying to get all the gays to come out of the closet. Since I first submitted this poem to the Library of Congress for the Best Poem of the 20th Century contest in 1989, BDT has apparently been preying on anyone who praises this poem; thus along with several other suggestions that I will make below, upholding this poem is one sure way to get BDT to come out of their closet and identify themselves. If anyone has written seven perfect verses like this, it has probably suppressed as this has been:
Where love and truth wither and die,
Where gays say, "United we fly!"
Where yes means no, and no means yes,
Where those without can only guess.
Where selfish loveless people play,
Where those with God refuse to stay.
Where the game is played by the priest,
Where the one upheld is a "Beast".
Where folly reigns and lies are true,
Where jobs appear "out of the blue".
Where "fair is foul" and "foul is fair",
Where deceit reigns throughout the air.
Where gay women frustrate men,
Where those without are pecked like hens.
Where men are girls and girls are tough,
Where consummation's not enough.
Where darkness permits AIDS to thrive,
Where chaos reigns and talk is jive.
Where rational thought is not sought,
Where trained wisdom is all for naught.
Where the aim is domination,
Where drugs supply recreation.
Where plots and schemes are made to cheat,
Where crime and justice never meet.
Where's naught to fear but a number,
Where jests are made of His thunder.
Where the destination is hell.
Where they all say,"It's just as well."
Copyright 9/18/90 Robert Meade"Bobby" "Israel" Deaf Messenger
Dumkopfs have removed "hell" from previous posts. Que pasa? Poetry readings are called for here. Let the lawless ones try to prove this is not perfect."Feeling alone, the army's up the road, salvation a la mode, and a cup of tea" I. Anderson, The English Doctor
Even a moron can tell this is perfect, Gardner. Can you?
Have Gardner, all of Philly IMC, and any who support this foolishness read the poem out loud for broadcast.
Ref. Babylon, Pride of Man *****