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TootsMcCrudiggen
TootsMcCrudiggen
I fell in love with poetry after witnessing a Galápagos tortoise swallow a baby hawk whole. As the tortoise choked on the hawk it began struggling to breathe. The tortoise did not live. And the hawk emerged from its body as a changed bird. I, ladies and gentleman, am that hawk. I come here to share my enlightened mind with the world of poetry and I thank you for your support.
I was doing a little jig down the sidewalk When all of a sudden This red, bulbous, obstruction pounced into my field of view I said, "Whoa, hotshot, cool down" He/she/it did not reply "I'm talking to you kiddo Can you please communicate with me?" It just sat there staring at me. Why? You see, hydrants can be little stinkers sometimes They'll talk your earlobe off one time Other times they act like a sack of taters They're just little drama queens "Meow meow" said the hydrant I take a look over yonder, than ask the **** target, "Are you talking to me sir?" "Meow," it said "I'm not sure I like your tone" "You must be some sort of mind type hacker dealio Cracking into my cerebellum, what are you doing in there? Seriously man! Come on! You must be going through emotional trauma. PTSD I don't know." "Calm down buco, let's talk about this Over a bucket of churned goat milk, I love that stuff. How's Shirley? I hear she took up crocheting I respect that" "Grr, graa, paa? Me oh my, this reminds me of pick up sticks all over again Hey look at this man, If you walk without rhythm, than you won't attract the worm."
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Run in with a Fire Hydrant
I find myself at the laundromat Working out my thighs and lats I put 2 quarters in the slot It makes a sound like a robot I open the door and I am posed With a question asking, where are my clothes? I don't wanna look stupid so I improvise So I start chatting it up with a couple of guys I say Laundry for hire, laundry for hire I'm looking for just the right buyer Come on in, into my dryer Laundry for hire, laundry for hire One fine chap quickly agrees Though I see him shaking at the knees I ask him kindly to take out his keys Don't worry kiddo this will be easy He squeezes in, packed so tightly I close the door feeling high and mighty The machine rolls round and round The door opens, and he falls to the ground I feast on his entrails, meaty and sweet Taking in the smell of his feet I end my meal and am satisfied Though I do wish he was deep fried I feel a hunger still raging on I still wish for it to be gone So I say, Laundry for hire, Laundry for hire I'm looking for just the right buyer Come on in into my dryer Laundry for hire laundry for hire
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Laundry for hire
Life on the city streets wasn't easy I lived off top ramen along with the spray cheesey Panhandlin' all day long just to get on by It was enough to make a grown pigeon cry That's right I'm a pigeon, I'm a bird of flight But I'm a **** *** bird, win evry fight Don't you talk back or I'll skin you, fly you like a kite hide up yo kids cause I be coming for em tonight Bye the way I'm batman. A dark ************ knight! So stay inside cause I be breakin in An innocent pigeon, you'll never see me comin Stealing all yo stuff an scoopin up yo kids I'll auction em off, take the highest bid So don't call me a **** cause I put a roof over their head I pay them to work, by that I mean givin head Later that night we'll all go to bed Life be good when they **** my **** red That's right I'm Chester the pigeon You won't catch me in the kitchen This poem be over so quit yo *******
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
A Day in the Life of Chester
** ** ** Hoes be everywhere yo I soar above a city so naughty Inside of my flying Bugatti I land atop the cityscape In fear of my **** getting ***** I slip my keister down the chimney With a present prepared for lil' Timmy As I reach the bottom my muscles freeze And I realize there is no milk and cookiez Bullets fly and my suit stains red The cartel had found me and now I'm dead
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Santa's Delivery to the Ghetto