STEVE SMITH GIVE READING FROM BOOK. BOOK OF STEVE SMITH POEM.

 

STEVE SMITH IN REFLECTIVE MOOD TONIGHT. HIM MISS NESSIE. HIM DECIDE SHARE POEM WITH FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE:

NESSIE BELLE LEE

IT WAS MANY AND MANY AN EON AGO,
IN A MISTY LAND-LOCKED SEA,
THAT A MONSTER THERE LIVED WHOM YOU MAY KNOW
BY THE NAME OF NESSIE BELLE LEE;
AND THIS MONSTER SHE LIVED WITH NO OTHER THOUGHT
THAN TO LOVE STEVE SMITH AND BE LOVED BY ME.

STEVE SMITH WAS A MONSTER AND SHE WAS A MONSTER,
IN A MISTY LAND-LOCKED SEA,
BUT WE LOVED WITH A LOVE THAT WAS MORE THAN LOVE—
STEVE SMITH AND MY NESSIE BELLE LEE—
WITH A LOVE THAT THE WINGÈD SERAPHS OF HEAVEN
WERE HORRIFIED TO SEE.

AND THIS WAS THE REASON THAT, LONG AGO,
IN A MISTY LAND-LOCKED SEA,
REPTILICUS BLEW OUT OF A CLOUD, CUCKING
MY BEAUTIFUL NESSIE BELLE LEE;
SO THAT HER ABYSSAL KINSMEN CAME
AND BORE HER AWAY FROM ME,
TO SHUT HER UP IN A BIRTHING CRÈCHE
IN THEIR KINGDOM UNDER THE SEA.

THE HIKERS, NOT HALF SO RAPED IN HEAVEN,
WENT ENVYING HER AND ME—
YES!—THAT WAS THE REASON (AS ALL MEN KNOW,
IN THIS MISTY LAND-LOCKED SEA,)
THAT REPTILICUS CAME OUT OF THE CLOUD BY NIGHT,
CUCKING AND FUCKING MY NESSIE BELLE LEE.

BUT OUR LOVE IT WAS STRONGER BY FAR THAN THE LOVE
OF THOSE WHO WERE OLDER THAN WE—
OF MANY FAR TERRIFYING THAN WE—
AND NEITHER THE HIKERS IN HEAVEN ABOVE
NOR HER KINSMEN DOWN UNDER THE SEA
CAN EVER DISSEVER MY PENIS FROM THE CLOACA
OF THE BEAUTIFUL NESSIE BELLE LEE;

FOR THE MOON NEVER BEAMS, WITHOUT BRINGING ME DREAMS
OF THE BEAUTIFUL NESSIE BELLE LEE;
AND THE STARS NEVER RISE, BUT I FEEL THE BEADY EYES
OF THE BEAUTIFUL NESSIE BELLE LEE;
AND SO, ALL THE NIGHT-TIDE, I LIE DOWN WITH THE HIDE
OF MY LOST DARLING—MY MONSTER—MY SEA SERPENT AND MY BRIDE,
IN HER PRISON IN THE DEEPEST SEA—
IN HER LOVE NEST IN THE SQUIRMING SEA.

 

STEVE SMITH, HIM SAD.

FREE CASCADIA.