Awarewolf & Other Crhymes Against Humanity (Vot could be Verse?) Audiobook By Cosmic Rapture cover art

Awarewolf & Other Crhymes Against Humanity (Vot could be Verse?)

A spasm of 49 vitriolic verses, hellacious haiku, pustulent poems, satanic sonnets and odious odes.

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Awarewolf & Other Crhymes Against Humanity (Vot could be Verse?)

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 We all hate poetry, right? But we might hate it a little less if it were hellgrown, twisted and wicked. Epic, even. If this book were a pie, it would contain more than a measly four and twenty blackbirds, But it's not a pie, it's a spasm. Which is another word for pie, in a language you don't know. In fact it's even more than a spasm. It's a devil's banquet of adults-only offal comprising nine and forty (49) satanic sonnets, vitriolic verses and odious odes, Excerpts below: AWAREWOLF I came upon a golem “encountered” one might say eating dust as golems must all bloody, muddy day. WHO PUT THE ANAL IN ANALYSE If all of the dead numbered more than the living would reincarnation be viewed with misgiving? Would the dead grit their teeth while waiting to rise? (Oh who put the anal in analyse?) THE WOLVES THAT WAS Once a month beneath the moon Their evil crimes recur The wolves that was is incorrect It is the wolves that were. CIGARETTE BLUES my teeth are yeller, my teeth are grey and brown my teeth are yeller, my teeth are grey and brown frickin’ dentist, Lord, richest man in town SHALL I SING TO THEE OF HATRED? As you feed, the gentle drops of blood caress thy cheeks like crimson tears, my love calling forth sweet morphogenetic memories of all the times we’ve slain together the line of carcasses stretching to eternity. WARNING! Immature content. Unsuitable for adults. The Pact Do You Believe in Mermaids? Who Put the Anal in Analyse? How the Wizard Lost His Mojo The Riddler Drunken-Hearted Man One Wonders Why Oneness The Wolves That Was Cigarette Blues Awarewolf The Ogre of Broken Hill If Humans Are So Smart Prey to Slay Today 140 Bird-Brained Stupidities Patricidal Limiting Limblessness What is and What Will Never Be Tea With Entropy Divine Masturbation Sex Now and Then In The Office of The Lost & Found Always Right Global Warming’s Habit-Forming My Old Friend Zorro Time for a Higher Orbit Us and Them Verisimilitude (Baked Liverwurst) Written on the Sky Left is Right Day of Hammers Tuesday: Size Matters But... If My Thighs Second Coming: in the Neighbourhood The Traitor Word Dark Sprite On Writing for Posterity Meditations in the Garden of the Beauvallon Bay Hotel Childish Limerick Disappointment Not Easy Being Me Dark Before the Dawn The Secret of No Pain Actually, Anne Actuary Nightmare City Killing Floor Reading the Runes The Prison of My Own Devising Meaningless Crap, Illustrated Shall I Sing to Thee Of Hatred? Higher Quality Beatings Poetry Wolf Wizardry Tobacco Magic Users
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