Poetry that makes you sick.

Antsey, I want to say what poetry makes me sick...what was the keywords again?  Maya Angelou? or was it BC? 

Oh Shannon you know it wasn't a coincidence.  It just so happened that while you sneezed I was painting a picture of planet colliding with a fruitcake.

I really don't care for anything other than writing and a handful of people, which include but are not limited to, poets, painters, writers, crictics, prostitutes, nuns, watercolours and the such....

but guys I'm really making an effort to be more social, or less socially awkward, so poems that make me sick, personally, are ones that you find when you first started writing poems.   Igonrance and innocence stinks of idealism. 

Oh and masturbation is all there is.   No matter how hard you try to deny it, even if you're not performing it on your self, that just means your jerking off or diddling your precursor or major influences...no escaping it.  It happens.   But then again it's better to play the jester than be a suicide king...well sometimes.  Quick go grab the golden bough. 

Ryan Barrientos Wilbur