I really want this toy.

http://www.amazon.com/Billie-History-Michael-Jackson-Figure/dp/B001GIPMTY/ref=sr_1_20?ie=UTF8&s=toys-and-games&qid=1256678834&sr=8-20

Neither

I’ll take neither

Door number one is fiery judgment

Number two is an asinine arrogance

Door three remains in question

But one and two only serve to sicken

Disgusted as pen is put to paper

Cutting through the lines

Tearing through the paper

Go speak your language somewhere else

It holds no currency here

There isn’t a word for me

Your people have seen nothing like my rage

Channeling a century of blatant misery

Watch it bleed in ink

Coalesce upon the page

Subsiding now

My time in this chamber

Grows shorter by minutes

I can choose the neither without the anger

---Eugene Argent

Pulled

Pulled in two directions

Shunned for reading this

Mocked for writing that

Yearning for acceptance from both

Getting neither

---Eugene Argent

Big Up Harry Connick!

A Spit for You

Another rejection

Before a solicitation

That was never intended

That would never occur

For my sisters

Who curse the scuffs on mine

Yet kiss the holes

In Johnny Depp’s shoes

This spit

Born of my swirling bile

In your chocolate eyes

I give

I send

To you

---Eugene Argent

Yes Was No

She wants to go to dinner

I give her a gift

A No couched in Yes

No distrust, Love-Lust triangles for me

We’ll kiss at a distance

A dream that may never be

---Eugene Argent

The Lady at Work

He’d never hit a woman

But boy

Some women are beggin’ for it

Not in some gender specific way

Mind you

There are assholes on both sides

Of the sexual aisle

All askin’ to get

a mud hole stomped in that ass

He thought it was best

to get his aggression out on paper

He was a pacifist after all

---Eugene Argent

Jackson Pollack

She’s throwing shit at the walls

Seeing what’s stickin’

Put her hand in the bowl

Lady finger lickin’

Shit at the walls

Poetry for sale

Leary of the limerick

Relinquishing the rhyme

Sometimes shit is shit

No real nut to it

Rolling down the wall

Merging in to one

Making spectrums in the sediment

Looking for a pattern

Wiping up the piss

Just no use for it

Used to it

Shit is shit

She’s gonna sift through it

Pick out the bits

Whatever’s got nut to it

Shit is shit

---Eugene Argent

Some Dewey Cox ... for your enjoyment.

Bastard Eyes

Take a bit from here

And a bit from there

Bastard eyes

A song from nothing

A Frankenstein

Rollin’ through the rubbish

Suckin’ the exhaust

Passin’ round the reefer

Try to turn a bird

The inept can prosper

When they learn to fake it

Mash my words together

Remix

Me versus me

Bastard eyes

Regulate

Regurgitate

For all to see

My crude pastiche

may liberate me yet

---Eugene Argent

Rich People

Get the fuck off

Some of that money

What, do you actually think

You can take it with you?

Trust me

Your rotting, putrefying corpse

Won’t have any interest

in paper currency

Give some of it

To these poor people

You read about

While you’re taking a shit

You know, the ones pounding

On your front door

Laying in the street

The nuisances

The things in your way

“But,” you say

“It’s all for my kids.”

OK. Fair enough

Your kid will have money

Too much money

More than he’ll ever need

Then

One day

A homeless man

Will club him to death

For his shoes

---Eugene Argent

The Impatience of The Privileged

Five minute sign flashing

Six pulses racing

Seven muttered curses

Zero reasons to care

---Eugene Argent

Comic Book Tropes

I like this too. Interesting stuff.

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ComicBookTropes