Schadenfreude: Burried at the Bottom
ODE TO SAMMY

“But I am not an Artist,” she cried
As they laughed themselves silly
To see her stumble and fall
All over her shoeless feet

Marching mercilessly into the Void
Bowing down and saluting the heat
On her way out,
That stupid cunt.

They callously call for her to try again
A phooey prank, a phony fraud
Nothing but bullshit, this applause
She withdraws, but they stop playing

There she goes, nothing exposed
The taboo truth of a tattooed land
Seeking only a solitary sleep in the sand

Fully faked out and ruthlessly plucked bare
She herself has nothing to share
Tumbling down across the sacred ground
The forlorn flight of a fallen feather

As usual, the accused, refused
Like a lamb to the slaughter
The music is over
A cheap disposable lover.

Her table stands still and empty
Fashioned fables unfold in their frosty air
Jettisoned steel-blue eyes inside jet-black dye
Remain frozen, upon her cold hard stare
As he climbs, climbs up her towering hair

But it’s a Velveteen rabbit,
Shouting “Nothing is real!”
While Calypso singers laugh pettily like flowers
Blooming crazy in a mine field

Lover openly betrayed
Frail and beyond the pale
Marked beauty done in by duty
Tattled by a fisherman’s fairy tale

In the far-off foggy distance
Sirens tempting with their screams
Slowly sinking, touched with fire
This magical musical Doom machine
An ever-changing remote island scene

Where dogs bark at scared strangers rolling in
From across that dark lonesome ocean grim
Carrying nigh but an ‘omily of “No-thing!”
An empty shell cracking apart at the seams

Half a soul
With no direction home

“Go away, turn about
You don’t belong here,”
Mirror-mocked and locked out

Elfish angels coolly sneer and jeer
A sparkling starry grandiose toast
To the prism-reflected Host with the Most

Where poisoned ships passed softly by
Once split apart like lightning flashing
Crossing paths in the bliss of night
Yet wholly bereft of strife or smite

Now sending smoke signals, coast to coast
Of soot-foot slaves and hungry ghosts
Bound in chains, ancient and hoary
Strung out like someone else’s story

Cheeky waves come crashing down
Upon the outstretched golden beach
Hopelessly dwindling then receding
It’s all purposefully out of reach

Until at long last
With her strapped to the mast
The tell-tale letter returns to port
A chilling cry, Love’s lethal retort

Bearing the news, with sheepish glee
The end of all ruse and mystery

That little thief, the tainted muse
Life’s shattered wretched kitchen-wench
Most used and abused

A bubbling pot of boiling fat
Now Providence’s well-earned glorious vat
Master of the House in which Satan once boldly sat

A thick meaty pack of skull and bone
Inhabited by a wrecked and devilish fiend
Dead and dying like the dust
Discarded Oedipus, the castaway gleaned

Flying high a dastardly pirate’s flag
Destiny doomed to sullenly set sail
“All glory to His kingdom be,”
Touted twistedly, the belittled female

Self-appointed and tragically adorned
A ridiculed crown, endlessly scorned
Barren and soulless, while the blood flows so free
Haunted and taunted, like knives into a tree

The message was scribbled, for all to plainly read,
“Here lies Moshiach, forever drowned and lost at sea.” ✡️

Ẅ 🇺🇸
Jan. 20, 2018

faithfully yours,
- cheese

cheesetray wrote:

> Schadenfreude: Burried at the Bottom
> ODE TO SAMMY

> “But I am not an Artist,” she cried
> As they laughed themselves silly
> To see her stumble and fall
> All over her shoeless feet

> Marching mercilessly into the Void
> Bowing down and saluting the heat
> On her way out,
> That stupid cunt.

> They callously call for her to try again
> A phooey prank, a phony fraud
> Nothing but bullshit, this applause
> She withdraws, but they stop playing

> There she goes, nothing exposed
> The taboo truth of a tattooed land
> Seeking only a solitary sleep in the sand

> Fully faked out and ruthlessly plucked bare
> She herself has nothing to share
> Tumbling down across the sacred ground
> The forlorn flight of a fallen feather

> As usual, the accused, refused
> Like a lamb to the slaughter
> The music is over
> A cheap disposable lover.

> Her table stands still and empty
> Fashioned fables unfold in their frosty air
> Jettisoned steel-blue eyes inside jet-black dye
> Remain frozen, upon her cold hard stare
> As he climbs, climbs up her towering hair

> But it’s a Velveteen rabbit,
> Shouting “Nothing is real!”
> While Calypso singers laugh pettily like flowers
> Blooming crazy in a mine field

> Lover openly betrayed
> Frail and beyond the pale
> Marked beauty done in by duty
> Tattled by a fisherman’s fairy tale

> In the far-off foggy distance
> Sirens tempting with their screams
> Slowly sinking, touched with fire
> This magical musical Doom machine
> An ever-changing remote island scene

> Where dogs bark at scared strangers rolling in
> From across that dark lonesome ocean grim
> Carrying nigh but an ‘omily of “No-thing!”
> An empty shell cracking apart at the seams

> Half a soul
> With no direction home

> “Go away, turn about
> You don’t belong here,”
> Mirror-mocked and locked out

> Elfish angels coolly sneer and jeer
> A sparkling starry grandiose toast
> To the prism-reflected Host with the Most

> Where poisoned ships passed softly by
> Once split apart like lightning flashing
> Crossing paths in the bliss of night
> Yet wholly bereft of strife or smite

> Now sending smoke signals, coast to coast
> Of soot-foot slaves and hungry ghosts
> Bound in chains, ancient and hoary
> Strung out like someone else’s story

> Cheeky waves come crashing down
> Upon the outstretched golden beach
> Hopelessly dwindling then receding
> It’s all purposefully out of reach

> Until at long last
> With her strapped to the mast
> The tell-tale letter returns to port
> A chilling cry, Love’s lethal retort

> Bearing the news, with sheepish glee
> The end of all ruse and mystery

> That little thief, the tainted muse
> Life’s shattered wretched kitchen-wench
> Most used and abused

> A bubbling pot of boiling fat
> Now Providence’s well-earned glorious vat
> Master of the House in which Satan once boldly sat

> A thick meaty pack of skull and bone
> Inhabited by a wrecked and devilish fiend
> Dead and dying like the dust
> Discarded Oedipus, the castaway gleaned

> Flying high a dastardly pirate’s flag
> Destiny doomed to sullenly set sail
> “All glory to His kingdom be,”
> Touted twistedly, the belittled female

> Self-appointed and tragically adorned
> A ridiculed crown, endlessly scorned
> Barren and soulless, while the blood flows so free
> Haunted and taunted, like knives into a tree

> The message was scribbled, for all to plainly read,
> “Here lies Moshiach, forever drowned and lost at sea.” ✡️

> Ẅ 🇺🇸
> Jan. 20, 2018

> faithfully yours,
> - cheese

Hello Rachel, I posted your message for Retro Guy on the last thread I know he's been on here, and will now copy the information Nova BBS displays on "cheesetray" for him.

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Rachel wrote:
"Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, since then, I went to go make a post in novabss.....and I was trying to give myself a signature. And the password was changed and updated, I barely know what I am doing....and it didn't change at novabbs, so now I am locked out, can you help me get in touch with Retro Guy and get help? I can't figure it out on my own.'
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