POETICUS: is a POET
POETICUS: hosts the COOLEST local open mics.
POETICUS: bounced at the hip local bar for a while
POETICUS: has 3 children whose mother hates his guts.( kinda)
POETICUS: enjoys a cheap cigar
POETICUS: is the more counter Corpocracy than anyone.
POETICUS: loves it up on stage.
POETICUS: wears black boots or purple shoes.
POETICUS: is more likely to tell the truth than most.
POETICUS: still loves vagina, but won't lie for it.
POETICUS: appears to have been hexed at some point.
POETICUS: would just as soon kick your ass as listen to your shit,man.
POETICUS: has read a few books here and there.
POETICUS: believes that if your sense of self-value is dependent upon some job, you are a chump.
POETICUS: will someday be published in 7 languages.
POETICUS: hardly ever vomits.
POETICUS: writes better than your mother,regardless of who published her.
POETICUS: craves the pain of real honest true love, despite past indignities.
POETICUS: doesn't trust anyone who has something to sell.
POETICUS: doesn't want another goddam job,only a survival mechanism,in a system he despises anyhow.
POETICUS: doesn't play any type of games.
POETICUS: never wears clothing with visable brand names.
POETICUS: has never spoken to any type of god.
POETICUS: lifts weights like a madman
POETICUS: finds cubicles worse than death
POETICUS: thinks Dependant Origination explains it all.
POETICUS: cries in his beer sometimes.
POETICUS: can be occasionally charming,but not always.
POETICUS: doesn't want your fucking money.
POETICUS: has better tricepts than you.
POETICUS: knows the ruling elite cannot be trusted.
POETICUS: likes Indian or Thai cuisine when dining out.
POETICUS: still misses the last girl he dated.
POETICUS: hears THE SECOND COMING by YEATS in his head,a lot.
POETICUS: sings BAUHAUS songs in the car,very loud,to feel better.
POETICUS: shaves his head to express inner turmoil,
and also to look tough.
POETICUS: NEVER liked the current U.S. president.
POETICUS: digs the smell of Nag Champa, dude.
POETICUS: never reads the microwave directions.
POETICUS: is an undisputed master of CUNNILINGUS.
POETICUS: has been on the front page of the newspaper.
POETICUS: is suspicious of people who think they have it figured out.
POETICUS: exists halfway between heaven and hell.
POETICUS: looks for the best,but expects the worst.
POETICUS: feels like melting wax, and knows that someday he'll be gone.
Joseph Campbell offers; “The poet is the modern day equivalent to the tribal Shaman, vital to the tribe, yet apart from it. Seer of the invisible world, imparter of myth and culture." Bukowski said; “Great poets die in steaming pots of shit.†Both are right.
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