Poets Padded Room

[Guest]

Ohhh Nurse Ratchett! I'm glad you're here- I need some of those tie dyed colored pills so I can look at that picture! May I have some, please?

Sorry, my need is greater than yours. Here, take some Viagra, it won't help you look at the picture but it will take your mind off it.

 

[BooMerengue]

Sorry, my need is greater than yours. Here, take some Viagra, it won't help you look at the picture but it will take your mind off it.

.

 

[BooMerengue]

This nurse has left me speechless...

 

[Guest]

This nurse has left me speechless...

This is, somehow, appropriate given the latest challenge.

 

[tungtied2u]

I feel tense,I feel terse
I just couldn't feel worse
Does anyone know
where I might find the nurse?

Perhaps she still has
some pills in her purse
to help goose my muse
and stimulate verse

Why she's still in that chair
and that sound is perverse
a squeal from the bowels
of a sex universe

She's succumbed to the call
of the sit-n-squeal curse
(Note to self: Try it out,
when she's not so immersed)


(Bounces off into the walls, while awaiting a turn)

 

[Guest]

He feels tense and it hurts
He calls for the nurse
but she's out of the room
taking pills quite diverse

She hears his shrill call
Echo in the hall
from his sonorous tomb
bouncing right off the wall

She's hoarse from the squeal
and the orgasmic feel
He hasn't a clue
what she likes to do.

So she takes some of Eve's
penis pills and she leaves.
He's left all alone
to whimper and groan.

 

[WickedEve]

He feels tense and it hurts
He calls for the nurse
but she's out of the room
taking pills quite diverse

She hears his shrill call
Echo in the hall
from his sonorous tomb
bouncing right off the wall

She's hoarse from the squeal
and the orgasmic feel
He hasn't a clue
what she likes to do.

So she takes some of Eve's
penis pills and she leaves.
He's left all alone
to whimper and groan.

A room for our insanity is created and you people write poetry. tsk tsk

 

[Angeline]

A room for our insanity is created and you people write poetry. tsk tsk

I thought poetry *is* our insanity.

 

[BooMerengue]

Edgar Allen was mad as a hatter wasn't he?

 

[WickedEve]

I thought poetry *is* our insanity.

Hmm... I do twitch a little when I write poetry. Sometimes, I'll think of a great metaphor and I'll get out a spatula and slap myself with it. Well, that's not crazy. I do that I'm aroused too...

 

[tungtied2u]

He feels tense and it hurts
He calls for the nurse
but she's out of the room
taking pills quite diverse

She hears his shrill call
Echo in the hall
from his sonorous tomb
bouncing right off the wall

She's hoarse from the squeal
and the orgasmic feel
He hasn't a clue
what she likes to do.

So she takes some of Eve's
penis pills and she leaves.
He's left all alone
to whimper and groan.

That nurse, what a bitch !
Scratched her itch and just left
now I'm bereft,
and have started to twitch

What's that on the floor ?
It's a penis shaped pill
will it cure my ills
let me see...are there more?

MMM..that's five I taken
I think I feel a stirring
sort of a whirring
if I'm not mistaken

oh my god, it's my cock !
it's got hyraulic lift
a pneumatic shift
and is hard as a rock

Somethings wrong with how I feel
I've developed a definite slouch
a permanent crouch
I've become a human sit-n-squeal



(Diabolical, that Nurse Ratchett!)

 

[impressive]

I need a drink. What's on tap?

 

[WickedEve]

I need a drink. What's on tap?

Nothing.
I'm closing this place down. Everyone out. Poets should never bunch together. Spread out people. I'm ripping up the purple shag. Imp, carry the sit-n-squeal out to my van, please.

 

[Angeline]

Hmm... I do twitch a little when I write poetry. Sometimes, I'll think of a great metaphor and I'll get out a spatula and slap myself with it. Well, that's not crazy. I do that I'm aroused too...

lol. it's quite an image.

 

[impressive]

Nothing.
I'm closing this place down. Everyone out. Poets should never bunch together. Spread out people. I'm ripping up the purple shag. Imp, carry the sit-n-squeal out to my van, please.

Not yours to close. It's Boo's.

I'm goin' down to the 7-Eleven on the corner for a 12-pack and some beef jerky. Carry your own sit-n-squeal.

 

[WickedEve]

Not yours to close. It's Boo's.

I'm goin' down to the 7-Eleven on the corner for a 12-pack and some beef jerky. Carry your own sit-n-squeal.

Oh, boo hoo. I'm the one who gave her the money to open this dump! Now, damn it! Someone get that the sqealer in the van! I'm not going home without it!

 

[WickedEve]

lol. it's quite an image.

I was sane before poetry. I've tried to quit writing but... they won't let me! They. You know who they are.

 

[Angeline]

I was sane before poetry. I've tried to quit writing but... they won't let me! They. You know who they are.

This is like the chicken and the egg, but I think we were both insane before. In my opinion.

They? The jazz guys? They're the ones in my head.

 

[tungtied2u]

I was sane before poetry. I've tried to quit writing but... they won't let me! They. You know who they are.

your definition of sane being.........

 

[WickedEve]

This is like the chicken and the egg, but I think we were both insane before. In my opinion.

They? The jazz guys? They're the ones in my head.

Jazz is dead, baby. It's dead! They told me so!

 

[WickedEve]

your definition of sane being.........

My definitions for most words are open to interpretation.

 

[tungtied2u]

As for sanity....I believe your av is driving me round the twist...

glad I'm in a padded room...

 

[WickedEve]

As for sanity....I believe your av is driving me round the twist...

glad I'm in a padded room...

It's all about the thumb. Focus on the thumb. Don't look away. Lips and erections no longer exist. Only the thumb. Chant it with me. Thumb, thumb, thumb--too fast--thumb... thumb... thumb... You're not thinking about sex now, are you? Eyes back on the thumb!

 

[Remec]

It's all about the thumb. Focus on the thumb. Don't look away. Lips and erections no longer exist. Only the thumb. Chant it with me. Thumb, thumb, thumb--too fast--thumb... thumb... thumb... You're not thinking about sex now, are you? Eyes back on the thumb!

<quietly slipping up behind the focussing people>
<watching a moment>
<leaning close to whisper>
Ya ever notice how penis-like a thumb can be? I mean, when you take an oblique angle to it, so as not to be able to see the nail and all? Short and thick...long and lean...curving back...with the smooth tip to its end...go on...keep focussing...



<g>

 

[DeepAsleep]

Cryptogram...

Actually, Boo won. She accurately deciphered "Reverts," while Eve put down "Regrets"

~D.A.
Proofreading For Your Protection.
Sadly, unsanitized for same.