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    Visceral Outcries of a Social Moron
    Visceral Outcries of a Social Moron
    Visceral Outcries of a Social Moron
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    Visceral Outcries of a Social Moron

    By Daniel Strasel

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    A short and fun book of poetry and commentary, appealing to all ages - including immortals!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDaniel Strasel
    Release dateAug 10, 2020
    ISBN9781947052031
    Visceral Outcries of a Social Moron
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    Daniel Strasel

    "I just wanted to make some art.  I hope you like it."

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      Book preview

      Visceral Outcries of a Social Moron - Daniel Strasel

      VISCERAL

      OUTCRIES

      of a

      SOCIAL

      MORON

      A book of poetry and commentary

      by

      Daniel Strasel

      COPYRIGHT

      Copyright © August 2, 2012 by Daniel W. Strasel

      All rights reserved.

      All text, photographs, artwork, and format by Daniel W. Strasel

      Library of Congress Registration # TX 7-589-295

      No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

      Published by Daniel Strasel

      symbol300book.jpg Http://www.Mirroranium.com symbol300book.jpg

      ISBN-13: 978-1-947052-03-1

      This page is blank.

      (This page is a liar)

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Foreward

      Iambic Pentameter

      Gas Station Rose

      That Which Calleth

      Silence

      Desperation

      Dispassionate

      A Simple Question

      Now

      Coffee

      Remember

      Smoking

      Ramblings

      Drunk Dead Guy on my Lawn

      Life Itself

      Shattered

      Sheep

      Stolen Art

      Hermit

      Metamorphosis

      An Old Bent Man

      Requiem

      Attracted to Darkness

      The Pussing Yellow Eye

      Heat

      Violent Knight

      Choose Your Own Adventure

      In Your Arms

      One Day

      Demon

      Writers

      The Gorn

      Terror Hour

      Answer

      Only Eternity

      Zabeth

      Time

      Sin

      Herald

      Artificial Flavoring

      Eye Contact

      Mission Statement

      Upon Request

      Dreary & Missy Muzz

      Backward

      Draw a Reindeer!

      Perhaps

      Iced Teaspoons

      To Reader

      Addendum

      Vox Veritas

      Duurachen

      Of Anthony Anger

      For Danna on her Birthday

      Nevar More

      Down With the Queen

      Crystal Women

      Happy Autonomy

      Mainframe Monsters

      Just Piggin’ Around

      One Fool Makes Many

      Wichened

      The End

      About the Author

      FOREWARD

      So I told my cousin that I was going to write a book.

      Really? he said. What kind of book?

      Poetry, commentary, and possibly some illustration - certainly an eccentric piece, I replied.

      Well, he said, his tone betraying his disdain, "you’re certainly not going to make any money with that."

      IAMBIC PENTAMETER

      Iambic pentameter - it simply won’t do.

      Untainted,

      Unchained,

      Are my words to you.

      GAS STATION ROSE

      Who could ever shy away

      From a feeling felt so true

      As inspired as to say

      A little plastic love you?

      Sentiments so deeply felt,

      Proclaimed for all

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