This Tangled Web

a love poem by popeye-x

from: PPX to the TT's
216.198.60.98-11/11/00-3:20:27 PM

oh, what a tangled
web I weave

when popeye-x
you can't conceive

you try to tattle,
vainglorious snitches,

but wind up here
exposed as a bitches

I tried to tell you 'bout
other folk's freedoms

but you come off like
they don't need 'em

you try to force your
dumb ass shit

down throats at every
chance you get

you think your way
is pure and clean

but its the tallest pile
of crap I've seen

you're the biggest liars
I've ever met

and NO ONE has agreed
with you yet

the only convert you
had was Rosie

but pretty soon her
and me got cozy

you tried with Dreammm,
you tried with Cat,

you know by now
what happened with that

you might as well face it,
you're all washed up

just e-mail flaming
groupie sluts

I got your data,
every bit

I know it all,
you can't do shit

my dot com name
will stay alive

its already paid
till 2005!

you're fate is sealed,
you're in my grasp

if you don't like it,
kiss my website's ass

~ poetry by popeye-x,
dedicated to his favorite groupie sluts,
turkie nazi and tacki fishkebob,
and their fake R&B musical heroes,
michael bolton and the monkees