When we're drunk
We're crunk, we're crunk
We think what we
Normally thunk
We sink when we normally
Sunk
When we're drunk
We're crunk, we're crunk
Don't obey
Rules of the road
Head home, old toad
Splat pavement, release vibes
Sentence to years
Steer with queers
Aim with binoculars
Sinister ears
Figure it's time
Never you mind
We'll eventually rhyme
That which you dine
Don't forget
It's all regret
Take advantage
Before yet
Take it home
Alone
Beast, Seize!
Sniff, Sneeze!
Don't queeze
Just please
Soft tease
Ease fees
Simple trees
Free frees
Cold winds
Blow fins
Towards Marylands
Trickle In
Calm fore
Better store
Ancient ore
Often sore
When we're drunk
Never more
Hangover
Blow chunks
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Man puts on costume
Wants to have fun;
Man wanders into forest
Not for long.
Walked to his neighbor's
Thought it would be fun;
Man appears threatening
Gets shot in the lung.
Old man just wanted
To be more free;
Nobody tells him
Who he shouldn't be.
Not too long ago,
He was so much more;
He was drunk, again
And looking for more.
But before he was gone
He saw freedom's light;
And travelled along
Into the night.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
Old always existed and you thought that it was new but in reality it's just that you
Thought that your feeble brain could do what it couldn't do
You're better off tying your shoe you know it's true
Don't be surprised if what you hear seems so amazing
Because that's the way it's supposed to be
And if it wasn't you wouldn't be reading about it at all
And your interest would stall these tales are tall
You gotta know it's better than you
You gotta know it's older than a few
You gotta know it's better than you
You gotta know it's older than a few
I'll see you on the other side and so will she
But in the meant time don't forget that 1+1+1+1 is sometimes three
Bet you didn't see
You gotta know it's better than you
You gotta know it's older than a few
You gotta know it's better than you
You gotta know it's older than a few
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
Duck and cover
Heat and thunder
Rolling pin
Lion's den
Blood on lips
Or tulips
Blow torch
Front porch
Figure it
Ancient
Ain't ****
No quit
Dynamite
So tight
Ouch that
Feels great
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
What you see
Is what you get
My pet, my pet
See me now
See you later
Beware, beware
What comes of this?
It couldn't be
It is. It is.
You didn't see me
But I'm here
Ignore. Ignore.
Really? How?
Easy!
You know!
Wow. Amazing.
It is.
It's here.
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Mesmerize me
With your pelican eyes.
Isn't that funny?
I thought you might laugh.
Oh me? Not much.
Just everything, you know.
Lots of stuff going on.
Lots of stuff going on.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
They were ghosts
In the night
When all was right
Now they roast
An anomaly
That they'll never see
They saw the light
As it were
On top of the mountain
Now they're down
For the count
And bothered
Before it was cruel
To have them come
Because they had been here so long
Now they're here again
And all of them different
And one of them gone
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Ponds anew with animals
Fine young cannibals
Forest trees blossom open
Spies await behind every curtain
Display of affectation
Serenaded by dancing starlings
Capped vertical postings
Downed power outages
Falsehoods weep tonight
With triangular reasoning:
Past, Present, Future. Vertigo.
THE QUADROCOPTERS ARE COMING!
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
Sits glass as the foggy window
Little between he and the outside
Around the world he’s traveled
Now he’s back again briefly
The parties are all searching for
The life he lives inside the glass
He knows not why he runs away
But feeds the beasts he keeps at bay
The solitude is deafening beyond
The structures where he sits
And might one day figure out
Pop marks can be left for zits
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
Dear Sir, or Madam,
We turn, and we toil, and for what, a dream?
Who said that this is the way that it should be?
Who taught you what you know, He?
Who is He? You? Me?
I thought you knew everything.
I thought that you did.
But what did you know?
How to steal.
I thought I knew better.
I really did.
But I didn't.
And now here we are.
You should not be there.
But you are.
And I hate you for it.
Every day.
I can't stand your teeth.
Your eyes.
Your ugly.
I despise you.
Why did you **** me?
Was I worth it?
You took all that I had.
And you ******* burned it.
I no longer care for you.
I want you to die a miserable death.
You disowned me, abandoned me.
Wasted my talents.
Now it is time for my payback.
And it might be slowly.
But if you vanish,
I will find you.
Don't think you'll escape.
Don't think I will forget.
Forgive, in a minute.
I have to do something first.
What you did was ***** me.
You know it.
And multiply me.
By 150 million. At least.
You should not be forgiven.
You should be taken out back.
Shot.
And forgotten.
But the biggest problems are two.
You are not one.
And you are not you.
So you didn't forget.
I want to find all of you then.
Round you up like cattle.
Call Temple Grandin.
And make her earn her commission.
I can't even eat any more.
I can barely live.
Once thought impossible.
I might be outside.
What did I do to deserve this?
This miserable life.
Did I **** somebody? Did I shoot them?
What did you do?
Looking at jobs ads.
I see one that catches my eye.
Cafeteria worker, ok, maybe?
3 years of experience required.
Not a black problem.
Not a white problem.
Just a black-and-white problem.
I am right, you are wrong, yet you live.
I pray I'll get mine.
Even if it means I have to pray.
Because I deserve more than this.
Scratch the first item, Shakespeare, and put in bankers.
Banks destroyed this country, with their arrogance.
They believe more money attracts more brilliance.
But does it? Seems a self-proving system.
One to enhance those who make more money, even illegally.
I'll be back in a minute.
Not really.
I have to move.
I might not even be able to make that work.
I'm not even going to spell-check this poem.
**** pentameter, rhyme.
You need a message.
In stereo sound.
Oh, do you not know what this is?
Oh, do you?
That's like the dumbest thing I know.
And so are you.
You ****** me and you didn't even enjoy it.
And I despise you mainly because you're so dumb.
A guilty plea by you, a lie, almost.
So redemption by me would look like what?
I can't hit you, punish you.
For what, in this righteous universe?
A calculated mis-step.
By a cog in an unforgiving mashing machine?
Forgiveness is inevitable.
Someday the channel will be lost.
But as I said, I have to move.
To a place with more frost.
And oh how beautiful it will be.
When that one day, I look off in to the distance.
And see a setting sun, over serenity.
And all of my dreams coming true.
But I needed that cafeteria position, well no, I mean that I really do.
But you wanted 3 years experience, 3 years.
I can give you zero with a serious but.
A delinquent but, a candid one.
Ever, Truly, Yours,
The Candidate
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC