Why?

The 'stache is gone
My beer divinely pawned
Go teeth my scrawny gnawing soldering iron
Back again like the lawn
You know, right after dawn
Or noon, when you cut it
Violets and lilacs bloom
Brassiere over bustier
Masseur under monsoon
Matinee, Mr. sore on you
Today, I felt the cathode ray of sunlight fumes
Tasty like Cordon Bleu
Cheese, as the camera shoots
The arrow through my heart
A Pharaoh disciple administers ethanol
The sinister estrogen enthralls my testament's awe
Testosterone fostered the afterthought sought
NOT after debauchery endeavors
Liaisons end NEVER
As clever as the method of the fray
Amadeus symphony is array
Pep menthol, segue all of these faithless calls
With deflecting flaws that erectly appall
My hurting heart is pouring over your goblet, sprawled
I bet you hear cupid slander my rep and all
I bleed red, but feel so blue
My shadow is White
I flag down a cab, but the sex drive's Black like African American Libido
To sum up my fears, I'll crypt tonight like Lex Luther
Pi-Ru you and flex pewters
Amoeba punk, osmosis chump
Odyssey Two-Thousand Funds
I'm rechristened into the cathedral of the occult
Result is: I'm at the pulpit, wincing at the Pope
Pitting Pulp Fiction with Mr. Pink Uretha from Reservoir Dogs
Measure martyred maulers of the mendicant importune buffoons
Spending and spinning my time on the shenanigans of organized religion
Hell-bent, I've repent
Yet again, trying to find myself
Wealth over health
Trying to figure out the omitted decree of this serendipity
[Edited 1/29/09 6:02am]

Forget this post.
[Edited 1/29/09 5:18am]

Someone hacked my account. I don't know what the fuck is going on, here.
[Edited 1/29/09 5:19am]

I guess no one's impressed, then. Someone take this shit down! I've posted FOUR poems here. Not one has been commented. It either has to be posted by some popular douchebag on this site (You know who you are) or involve the capitalization of utilizing "Tributary Reference" (Euphemism for "Propagation of Ubiquitous Public Figures For The Garnering of Attention and Other Purposes to Benefit From"). So, go on witcha bad selves. Preach to each the same mess that's blase by now. Invoke banal mantras that have been reiterated to the point of prostituted levels. By now, the tutelage's merits have become apparent. Hide your flaws no more, for they are discernible. Fucking sanctimonious bass-turds!

I was wrong for saying the above post. I've since retracted the sentiments of that post. I was a bitter piece-of-shit. I know that's unforgivable, but eh.