Antonia
Apr 2

I ask
    a question
        hard to answer
She answers
    an answer not I expect'd
I'm silent
She's silent
We're silent
She's not wrong
She's not false
She's no fault
Yet she never knows
I don't need an answer
I want
    t'be pampered

#ask   #pamper   #dontanswer  
PalominoOasis
PalominoOasis
Apr 14, 2012

Patches is a cat
a very pampered cat
She sleeps on silk cushiness and eats fillets of mouse
Charming everyone, she has the run of the house
She hacks up hairballs on the rug
once I saw her eat a slug
covered in fleas
she's quite hard to please
But she's our cat
Our very pampered cat

© PalominoOasis
April 13th, 2012
Patches dosen't really sleep on silk cushiness or eat fillet of mouse, but the rest of the poem is actually true.
Yes, she did really eat a slug.
This poem is based on a song we wrote about Patches called "The Pampered Cat".

yo sup
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ugh .................................................................­.................................................................­.................................................................­.......................................................

big
fucking deal.............................................................­.................................................................­.................................................................­..............................

yiiks
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duhhh
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hell no
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fo shizzle my nizzle
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­hell
fucking
yeah
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n­ope
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hel­ls yes
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str­aight
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I­ won't forget the Pampers. Love you too. Bye.

Guess if it was a male or female? Ethnicity?
Give up! Let me give you a subtle hint. IT'S THE FUCKING N TRAIN TO ASTORIA!!!
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#love   #apple   #new   #big   #phone   #conversation   #york   #cell   #subway   #astoria   #pampers  
Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Feb 1, 2013

As you get older
and the effect of years
Man they want you to wear Pampers
and i might be alone here

Man no I will shit myself.

Thank you nurse.  :-)

'Never deprive yourself.

arise, no one will pamper you're all alone
Nirvana
Nirvana
Dec 7, 2015

lighting up a cigarette    
feels really great
taking its small puff
is living happily, enough?

the ash is falling
and so do we
the smoke is rising
and that's what we aim to be

the cigarette burns it deep
and so we've to perceive
to have a successful reap
for smoky appreciation we'll receive

the first puff could be choking
but do we quit smoking?
alike failures are the stepping stone
arise, no one will pamper you're all alone

burn out like a cigarette
to achieve something great
fall like ash, rise like smoke
learn it from cigarette dear folk

don't panic if something goes wrong
have patience and stay strong
after all a cigarette is finally thrown
as we die our body/story is sown...

A smoker can relate to
And a person can relate too
but a poet/writer can relate the two!
#alone   #die   #smoke   #cigarette   #success   #ash   #arise   #pamper  

The irony of tourism is people want to travel to unspoiled places
where they can be thoroughly spoiled.

Smile,
I am your simile
Cry,
I carry on
Shout at me,
I enjoy your hoot
Play fool with me,
I am cool
Wet me,
I am not upset
Hit me,
I am not hurt
Kick me,
I kiss you
Bite me,
I like your taste
Trample me,
I am fine
Pull my hair,
I rejoice
I am your clown
Heckle me,
I am your pickle
Punch me,
I am your gym zone
My dear light weight champion
You are my delight n’ sunlight
Who else can do so my honey,
If not my Good Grand Blessed Baby!

Smile,
I am your simile
Cry,
I carry on
Shout at me,
I enjoy your hoot
Play fool with me,
I am cool
Wet me,
I am not upset
Hit me,
I am not hurt
Kick me,
I kiss you
Bite me,
I like your taste
Trample me,
I am fine
Pull my hair,
I rejoice
I am your clown
Heckle me,
I am your pickle
Punch me,
I am your gym zone
My dear light weight champion
You are my delight n’ sunlight
Who else can do so my honey,
If not my Good Grand God Baby!

Smile,
I am your simile
Cry,
I am your crayon
Shout at me,
I enjoy your hoot
Play fool with me,
I am cool
Wet me,
I am not upset
Hit me,
I am not hurt
Kick me,
I kiss you
Bite me,
I like your taste
Trample me,
I am fine
Pull my hair,
I rejoice
I am your clown
Heckle me,
I am your pickle
Punch me,
I am your gym zone
My dear light weight champion
You are my delight n’ sunlight
Who else can do so my honey,
If not my Good Grand God Baby!

There were wounds covering the small of my back
Where you stabbed me time and time again
I handed you trust
Watched you dice it like onions
The fumes exhausting my tear ducts
Doing everything I can from letting them flow

The knife is on the ground
Rusted and tired
Those wounds have scared over
I know now what I didn't know then
That trust is not to be catered
It is to be earned
You've exhausted your rations
It'll be difficult to watch you hunger for the taste of my trust,
but I am stronger now than I was yesterday
That, I can thank you for

 
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