AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Gustav the clown pulled his hand from the fire and rubbed the soot that once was his flesh across his right cheek.
The floor cleaner continued to gurgle on to the empty wooden beams.
Charred flesh and pine collided with a harrowing roar in his mind.
Memories raced back to the day in the German hills when the innocence escaped.
Gustav screamed "Mother!". He began to urinate.

What about poetry by Gary?

This poetry thread needs the help of a lyrical POET

The burning house
Flames dance across the curtains
Where is grandmother?

leg so hot
hot hot leg
leg so hot u fry an egg

If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,
Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content: --
The stars pre-eminent in magnitude,
And they that from the zenith dart their beams,
(Visible though they be to half the earth,
Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness)
Are yet of no diviner origin,
No purer essence, than the one that burns,
Like an untended watch-fire on the ridge
Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem
Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps,
Among the branches of the leafless trees.
All are the undying offspring of one Sire:
Then, to the measure of the light vouchsafed,
Shine, Poet! in thy place, and be content.

What is this nerd-gathering?

Roses are red
Violets are blue
fuck you
(you stupid piece of shit)

Do not diss the bees.

Nic cage shall get mad at you.

And you don't want that.