Naked

Found naked on the streets,
cuffs on my hands and feet.
They wouldn't give me any clothes,
couldn't even pick my own **** nose.
Walked naked to the police station,
two miles of total frustration.
One hour of pure hell,
I'm hot, sticky and I really smell.
People laughing from their front yard,
I looked like an unstable ******.
***** bouncing left to right,
my big ***** should be held every night.
***** flopping up and down,
not even sure the name of the town.
They don't even give me reason,
maybe it's naked man in street season.
Police station filled with reporters,
my ***** has never been shorter.
Hundreds of flashes before my eyes,
I see my mom, nervous as she cries.
I was arrested for **** street sleeping,
millions of people are now peeping.
I got booked and thrown in the slammer,
somebody please, hit my head with a hammer.
They actually even threw away the key,
how dare they do this to someone like me.
Don't they know who I am,
this must be some kind of sham.
I'm only the most famous man in America,
not some cheap imitation replica.
I hope no one gives me an Allen *****,
then I won't know what to do.
No phone call or allowed any bail,
looks like I'm stuck in this ****** jail.
After a week I was finally let go,
I was the star of some sick reality show.

Thinking Aloud

Every night my mind would wander,
all the time and money, I let squander.
Should I live should I die,
should I laugh should I cry.
Always stuck in a rut,
tired of ******* the local ****.
I've been up, I've been down,
showed a smile showed a frown.
Sometimes rich sometimes poor,
both always make me want more.
Been cut up and been stitched,
been picked up and been ditched.
Done good and bad things,
sometimes even pulled some strings.
Asked questions, listened to answers,
sang with singers, danced with dancers.
But still, I sit and stare,
maybe I'm just filled with hot air.
Always thinking about life and death,
where will I be, when taking my last breath.
No more wasting away the years,
time to face all my fears.
Did we really evolve from apes,
believing in God is just sour grapes.
Where do we go after we're dead,
will I ever again get any head.
Will we arrive on some distant planet,
I'll be Jack looking a girl Janet.

Making No Sense

Young people cry,
old people die,
I just wonder why.
Babies are born,
men watch ****,
women are torn.
Some swallow,
soul is hollow,
I just wallow.
Read between lines,
always pay fines,
do it in the pines.
Think outside the box,
not all keys fit locks,
I'm more sly than a fox.
Breaking the chains,
everyone complains,
all that remains.
Met at the station,
in for the duration,
part of the creation.
Mind over matter,
thin over fatter,
brains always splatter.
Orlando and Dawn,
Hudson and Hawn,
is anybody really gone.
Food on table,
mentally unstable,
ready, willing and able.
Praying to God,
while laying sod,
two peas in a pod.
Football is gay,
Peyton better play,
Broncos all the way.
Nothing seems level,
born a rebel,
running with the devil.

Time For A Change

Time is now to rise against,
why be kept in suspense.
Time for a revolution,
legalize **** and prostitution.
Cut the deficit right in half,
don't it make you want to laugh.
While we're here, let's have some fun,
the law fought us, but this time we won.
**** the government and their laws,
it's filled with so many flaws.
Killers and rapists, all must die,
molesters with no *****, will surely cry.
But I digress,
country in such a mess.
No one seems to care,
I hate wearing underwear.
People just cramp my style,
every day is like a trial.
Believe in only yourself,
no trophies on my shelf.
The government, we must overthrow,
get ready, get set and lets go.
You all would just chicken out,
this is something, I have no doubt.
Get yourself a pair of *****,
let's climb the White House walls.
On second thought, it will never happen,
I'm just a stupid fool named Allen.
It was just the thought that counts,
just a suggestion, I wanted to announce.

Me Being Me

Time is a wasting,
things I've been misplacing,
but still, I'm amazing.
Just playing possum,
love being gruesome,
but still, I'm awesome.
A bit ridiculous,
remaining anonymous,
but still, I'm fabulous.
At times very dramatic,
never enthusiastic,
but still, I'm fantastic.
Never ever cheerful,
down right dreadful,
but still, I'm wonderful.
Got no talent,
way to arrogant,
but still, I'm excellent.
Somewhat distant,
always very different,
but still, I'm brilliant.
Sometimes depressive,
a bit too excessive,
but still, I'm impressive.
No six pack abdominal,
mouth very washable,
but still, I'm phenomenal.
Always horrific,
never specific,
but still, I'm terrific.
Sometimes heartless,
live in total darkness,
but still, I'm marvelous.
I think you all get the point,
so go roll a big fat joint,
because like always, I never disappoint.

Death Of A Poet

Something happening to my brain,
feeling numb, feeling pain.
Blood dripping from nose and eyes,
feels like a blood baptize.
Coughing blood through the mouth,
maybe I'm on that highway going south.
Falling to the ground,
head spinning round.
Blood pouring out my ears,
it's time to face my fears.
Immortality has escaped my soul,
i can picture my six foot hole.
in and out a state of consciousness,
I was just another victim that's anonymous.
Nothing can save me now,
no encore, no final bow.
I'm too young to die,
blood is all I ever cry.
No tunnel, no light,
my body isn't taking flight.
Just laying in the dark,
above my head is a question mark.
Not the way I wanted to go,
so painful, so **** slow.
Wanted to die in my sleep,
counting some innocent sheep.
I guess it was just my turn,
my body, I want to burn.
Ashes spread across the land,
while millions of people salute and stand.
Remembering the good old times,
a brain tumor was my ultimate demise.
It happened so very fast,
all I can see is my darkened past.

Pervert

I'm a womanizer and a pervert,
love to mingle, love to flirt.
Like Fonzi, all chicks flock,
they like the size of my clock.
Ever since I was born,
loved naked women and ****.
Nothing like playing with my favorite toy,
with the newest edition of *******.
Sorry I have a ***** little mind,
all men do, women don't be blind.
Lots of women have tried to convert me,
but a fun loving pervert, I will always be.
Been with a ****, been with a *****,
only difference is, the **** wants more.
Been with singers, actresses and models,
done it underwater, with a snorkel and goggles.
Been with a doctor, lawyer and a crook,
each time, I somehow got took.
I'm a pervert it a good way,
just some innocent ****** foreplay.
If you ever see me, I'm not threat,
they haven't invented x-ray glasses yet.
I now have a woman I really love,
all other women, I got rid of,
Gave my black book to a kid named Bieber,
now he's in jail and feeling very eager.

Bad Day

Woke up alone, with tears in eye,
this answer, I hope to find the why,
one night stand, never said good-by.
Lost my ten year job,
boss was as a rich snob.
Caught my girl with the neighbor,
super huge line at The Department of Labor.
Ran out of gas, had to push my car,
worst dinner ever at my local bar.
News filled with corruption and ******,
me filled with high powered bi-polar.
Doing shots with reckless abandon,
all this plus living in Camden.
A true New Jersey **** hole,
drugs everywhere except birth control.
My best friend died last week,
there goes our hanging out winning streak.
Tomorrow will be a year since my parents death,
everyday I still have to catch my breath.
Left the bar with as female,
bigger than any sized whale.
She sat on my face, and I said holy fat,
don't remember much after that.
Sneaked out of the hotel, before me,
having a bad day, wouldn't you agree,
went home, and lost the house key.
Cut myself breaking a window,
felt like a hooked helpless minnow.
Can't blame this on the rain,
or the disease in my brain.
This was a long time coming,
my nervous breakdown was forthcoming.
I think now, I know the why,
life ***** and I'd rather die.
I'm so much better than that,
Getting rid of my welcome mat.
Played country backwards, to get my life back,
nothing but torture and an occasional hack.
Well now i know the reasons why,
I'm just a regular fall guy.

Superhero

I have a pipe and dark sunglasses,
taking names and kicking some *****.
I'm a powerless superhero,
they call me Captain De Niro.
Owe me money, you better pay,
or pain will be on your way.
You better not be selling drugs,
or my lead pipe will give severe hugs.
Don't be ****** any innocent women,
will be breaking your hands and fingers, all ten.
Molesting kids and you don't wanna know,
the dumpster, your ***** I will throw.
I don't allow any peeping or stalking,
with broken legs, there will be no walking.
I'm one of those modern day vigilantes,
on my head, I wear my wife's *******.
Can't leap a building in a single bound,
like you, I get dizzy when spun around.
Can't go under water and summon fish,
I prefer them on my eating dish.
No fancy car or a sidekick,
but my pipe can break a brick.
Don't have an invisible jet,
like you, I'm in deep debt.
People have no idea who I am,
I might be Steve, I might be Sam.
Just a man who hates violence,
I hate people that are spineless.
I catch bank robbers in the act,
the odd against them are fully stacked.
I help keep crime off the streets,
can't count the number of villain defeats.

Left For Dead

Ants crawling up my leg,
blood is what they beg.
Jack Frost nipping at me nose,
this is something I oppose.
Cat has got my tongue,
cigarette smoke fills my lung.
Woodpecker pounding my forehead,
all these animals need to be fed.
Alligators rip off my hands and feet,
my poor body is now incomplete.
Maggots oozing from my brain,
nothing stops them, even rain.
Vultures and buzzards,
tearing apart my carcass,
all these animals are in focus.
Bugs flying all around,
never seen something so profound.
Nothing is left, just bare bone,
how I died is still unknown,
in a swamp left all alone.
My skeleton hangs from a tree,
somebody had to do this to me.
Two weeks later I was discovered,
if they only knew,
how much I have suffered.
Never did identify my body,
I even head lined Hard Copy.
No heaven and no hell,
just darkness and time to dwell.

Storm

Darkened room, darkened sky,
no one asks or wonders why.
It's the calm before the storm,
temperature, getting a bit warmer.
Board up windows,
bolt up the door,
but still wanting more.
Storm clouds getting closer,
hands shaking like a composer.
Starts with wind and rain,
not easy to explain.
Thunder than lightning,
this all seems so exciting.
Running outside to check it out,
the end of the longest drought.
Funnels forming everywhere,
but you don't seem to care,
Not a clear sky in sight,
it's day, but it looks like night.
Back inside for some shelter,
family huddled all together.
All the dogs begin to bark,
living in the trailer park.
Storm passed by with no damage,
living in Kansas is such a challenge.
All the people in the trailer park,
get scared when day becomes dark.

Life

People are irate,
they sealed their own fate,
locked up, is the golden gate.
Nobody knows just why,
we all must say good-bye,
falling from the darkened sky.
Locked in a small room,
all you can smell is doom,
what if life will never resume.
Scratching and a crawling,
life can be so appalling,
why must we always be stalling.
Feeling like subjects,
wondering why life is so complex,
maybe we're all just special effects.
No journey, just a destination,
can't even turn the station,
death is becoming the latest sensation.
As for me, I believe in love,
no need to push and shove,
is there really a crying dove.
I don't believe in God,
I'm the only non fraud,
it's me you all should applaud.
Things can turn around,
just need to break it down,
then you too can wear the crown.
Together we can make things right,
no need to fuss and fight,
lets make the darkness seem bright.
I actually have no single clue,
over the cuckoo's nest I flew,
life is something, I just thought I knew.

Shut Up Already

All you do is just split hairs,
stop complaining, no one cares.
You *****, you moan, and you nag,
with a spoon, Id like to gag.
For the love a god, please shut up,
you bark more than a baby pup.
Will you please, just be quiet,
plus you're fat, go on a diet.
All I'm asking is for a hush,
do it now, learn how to rush.
If i had a remote, I give you a mute,
until you stop, I will wear my birthday suit.
Maybe duct tape will keep you silent,
I don't find that very violent.
Finally not another yap,
I laughed, I smiled I gave a clap.
Strapped her into an electric chair,
sorry *****, but life isn't fair.
Maybe I'm mean, maybe I'm cruel,
but in my house, no talking is the only rule.
Fried her up just like the rest,
on my wall, was a ****** from her chest.
This was the fifth girl, that didn't last,
shut their trap is all I ever asked.
If you happen to be my next girlfriend,
if you never talk, you'll last til the end.
Found a girl that was a mute,
the ******* is how we dispute.

Shooting The Breeze

I saw what I couldn't see,
a man and his killing spree.
I smelt what I couldn't smell,
but I was sworn never to tell.
I felt what I couldn't touch,
strip clubs are all too much.
I was lost and couldn't be found,
but yet I was always around.
Just lurking in the shadows,
darkened was all the windows.
Conspiracy theories cloud my vision,
it was a head on head major collision.
Tough learning the game of life,
can't leave the house without a gun or knife.
Cigarette smoke fills the room,
my dead body needs an exhume.
Life filled with ups and downs,
lived in many cities and towns.
All living things will someday die,
all people will sometimes lie.
Stress has taken everyone over,
no such thing as a four leaf clover.
So I just grin and bare it,
tired of peoples senseless ****.
Overall life isn't all that bad,
depression is just a lonely fad.
I saw what I couldn't see,
a man and his killing spree.
I smelt what I couldn't smell,
but I was sworn never to tell.
I felt what I couldn't touch,
strip clubs are all too much.
I was lost and couldn't be found,
but yet I was always around.
Just lurking in the shadows,
darkened was all the windows.
Conspiracy theories cloud my vision,
it was a head on head major collision.
Tough learning the game of life,
can't leave the house without a gun or knife.
Cigarette smoke fills the room,
my dead body needs an exhume.
Life filled with ups and downs,
lived in many cities and towns.
All living things will someday die,
all people will sometimes lie.
Stress has taken everyone over,
no such thing as a four leaf clover.
So I just grin and bare it,
tired of peoples senseless ****.
Overall life isn't all that bad,
depression is just a lonely fad.

This Will Not Rhyme [No Money]

Looking outside, see a fence,
needs some work,
but, no money.
See some giant trees,
about to fall on the house,
but, no money.
I have two kids,
I wish I could spoil,
but, no money.
Life wasn't always like this,
became a plumber,
made some good money,
living good for a few years.
Kitchen needs a makeover,
won't even mention the bills,
but, no money.
It doesn't seem to bother me,
love is all that matters,
love is free, doesn't require money.
I got my health and some piece of mind,
bi-polar pills, mostly work,
on disability, sit home all day.
Published a book for no money,
but to promote costs an arm and a leg,
I cant afford all that and why,
everybody now, but, no money.
that's why I post every couple of days,
self promotion, is all I can do,
I'm sure you'd all do the same.
Had a ton of friends, when a young stoner,
lost touch with most of them,
thank you very much Facebook.
Now I can talk to some old friends,
see what their up too,
even if we never chat,
very grateful to see you all again.
My family lives so far away,
I miss you all so very much,
I have fun commenting on your posts,
picking on each other is what we do best.
I do wish I had some kind of life,
less Facebook and more socializing,
but, no money.
Well that's all for now,
I thank and love you all,
as I start to tear up at the eye.

Do It

Do it in the street, do it in the house,
do it with a rat, do it with a mouse.
Do it with some cats, do it with some dogs,
do it with one of those newly infected hogs.
Do it in the morning, do it in the night,
do it is best after a big huge fight.
Do it on the couch, do it on the bed,
do it is gross, when someone is dead.
Do it with a girl, do it with a man,
do it always, whenever you can.
Do it when it's red, do it when it flows,
do it cause that's just the way it goes.
Do it with a horse, do it with a cow,
do it even if you don't know how.
Do it with a sheep, do it with a goat,
do it on the deck of your favorite boat.
Do it from the front, do it from the back,
do it with an old smelly yak.
Do it on the toilet, do it on the sink,
do it cause the inside is always pink.
Do it on the floor, do it on the table,
do it when you're ready, willing and able.
Do it after dinner, do it after lunch,
do it with an apple pie during brunch.
Do it when you're mean, do it when you're kind,
do it with any hole that you can find.
Do it cause it's easy, do it cause it's fun,
do it cause men love to shoot their gun.
Do it when you cough, do it when you're sick,
do it no matter, the size of the ****.
Do it when you're *****, do it when you're not,
do it by yourself and hope you don't get caught.

Reunion Of The K.K.K.

I jumped from the plane with a prayer and a dream,
gonna hook up with my old Alabama team.
Welcome to the land of red necks,
a place filled with no excess.
I got in the closest taxi cab,
white robe I had to nab.
This all seems so crazy,
tired of being so **** lazy.
Lots of pressure, getting kinda nervous,
they say it's my civil service.
Then the Eminem song came on,
then the Eminem song came on,
so I then twirled my white baton.
With butterflies in my tummy,
starting to feel like a dummy.
Hands up while they play my song,
time has come, it won't be long.
It's a reunion of the k.k.k,
it's a reunion of the k.k.k,
it's a black person buffet.
Get out in the hood, from the cab,
my white hooded robe, I had to grab.
Everyone looks at me now,
I just wave and give a bow.
They can tell I'm from out of town,
hundreds of black people with a frown.
It was sometime around noon,
when they played my favorite tune.
It's a song from the Insane Clown Posse,
it's a song from the Insane Clown Posse,
us ten members started to get bossy.
It's a reunion of the k.k.k,
it's a reunion of the k.k.k,
some people are gonna die today.
Burning crosses on the street,
as we get our ***** beat.
Throw my hands up, like in the sixties,
we knew this would be a bit risky.
It was a reunion of the k.k.k,
it was a reunion of the k.k.k,
now our heads are on display.

Random Sentences

Everyday people will die,
for a moment, you might cry,
but as yourself why.
Celebrate their life, don't mourn,
think of all the new being born,
life or death, millions are torn.
Earth rotates around the sun,
just try to have some fun,
no fork in me, I'm far from done.
I have yet to get going,
like a strong wind blowing,
the future is always unknowing.
Be yourself, don't be fake,
no one likes a sneaky snake,
open your eyes, it's time to wake.
Smell the flowers, smell the coffee,
unlock your powers, don't be so bossy,
climb those towers, no need for a posse.
Nightmares used to haunt my every move,
no more fears left to prove,
my dreams are starting to improve.
No clue what I'm saying,
don't believe in any praying,
my life, I'm happily portraying.
None of us know the truth,
about how we wasted our youth,
can't remember last time, I saw a telephone booth.
No creative writer is better than me,
I even write, while I take a ***,
you're lying if you don't agree.
My haters are just jealous,
I like being so rebellious,
love being so overzealous.
Way too much pollution,
no one has any solution,
that will be my final conclusion.

On My Mind

This is what's going on in my mind,
not sure to be mean or kind.
I could amaze you with a riddle,
maybe play with my wooden fiddle.
Chop people into tiny bits,
buy a stripper and see her ****.
Does love even really exist,
will **** ooze from my cyst.
Wisdom I could dazzle,
take a shower and forget the towel.
Make you laugh, make you smile,
that's just my kind of style.
How much I hate your guts,
Dickie Roberts said nucking futs.
Are any of us really even here,
maybe face myself a fear.
Sing you a groovy song,
smoke from a huge ****.
Go dance the night away,
check out my hips as they sway.
How I hate to wipe my ***,
dogs always have the smelliest gas.
Drink shots til I puke,
always listen to Jesse Duke.
Am I alive or am I dead,
writing naked in my bed.
Now you see how my mind works,
if not, you're just stupid jerks.
So many thoughts, I can't even mention,
but I think by now I have your attention.

Every Ten Years

There is something in which I never speak,
my inner soul has become decayed and weak.
Just the thought will drive me insane,
blisters cover my heart and brain.
It's been ten long years, since that day,
I think about it, without any say.
Maybe it's time to let it loose,
I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole moose.
A angry beast lives inside my soul,
this time, I'm not paying any toll.
Shot my family with a gun,
it was easy, it was fun.
Getting the urge to **** some more,
that's why I married this stupid *****.
My new wife and kids have no clue,
all the things I'm about to do.
I'm starting to shake, starting to mumble,
legs getting weak as I start to stumble.
Grabbed my shotgun from behind the wall,
felt like the man from Walking Tall.
Old family buried in the back yard,
my head was dealt the wrong card.
Dug four new graves next to theirs,
I believe in keeping families in pairs.
Shot them dead in cold blood,
how I sure love a red flood.
I've been questioned, but never accused,
this is how I keep myself amused.
Five years later I get remarried,
there are more bodies to be buried.
I'm forty eight and getting old,
with each day, my heart gets more cold.
This time after killing my kin,
it actually felt like a ***** sin.
Can't go through this ever again,
killing myself, just don't know when.

Bi-Polar Man

In the darkest evening hours,
arose a man with special powers.
Stop a fast moving car,
uproot the biggest tree,
float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee.
Climb the highest mountain,
swim the deepest sea,
Drinks from the youth fountain,
the luxury of being free.
Take advantage, it only lasts a few days,
in walks depression, and its wicked ways.
No fun to crash and burn,
not knowing which way to turn.
Sleep all day, awake crying all night,
battle the struggle, with all your might.
Afraid to leave your own house,
too lazy to catch a pestering mouse.
Then the powers suddenly come back,
now it's time for the returning attack.
Playing Frogger on a busy street,
for the high score, you compete.
Jump the tallest building,
faster than a private jet,
dreams and goals, you're fulfilling,
spending money, bills you forget.
Once again, you start to crash,
head you begin to bash.
You are bi-polar man,
never was part of the plan.
One day happy, next day sad,
Now you're laughing, then you're mad.
Mood changes on the drop of a dime,
no perception of day or time.
On a schedule of pill taking,
these habits, no chance of breaking.
I happen to be a bi-polar man,
just doing whatever I can.

Party At The Old Age Home

Hello today and how are you,
feeling better, now that we're through.
Things are starting to improve,
feeling that single life groove.
A new girl every single week,
you'd think I was in my ****** peak.
Would you believe, I'm eighty two,
****** is the thing I do.
I get blow jobs with just gum,
these old ladies **** it like a Tum.
I just pop a pill and off I go,
an ******* old folks home show.
Having ****** in my room,
even the nurses jump on my tomb.
Not sure how long my heart will last,
who cares every night I have a blast.
My ***** hang down to my knees,
these old women keep begging please.
Before ***, I remove the cobwebs,
I've partied in each of their beds.
They say my heart attack was inevitable,
my golden years were so incredible.
My casket was covered in ******* and flowers,
it was nice being that hard for many hours.
Glad me and the wife had that fight,
I became a ******, out of spite.
Saggy **** had me beguiled,
it was like old *******.

Potpourri

Getting deceived
nothing received
loving destruction
covered in corruption
been slowly choking
words already spoken
ticking time bomb
dying in Vietnam
everyone is confused
difficult to get amused
laying in bed crying
wishing to be dying
wondering how and when
every now and again
going, going gone
trying desperately to hang on
no more power
time to devour
take total control
dig deep into soul
always a way
no need to pay
lost then found
silence now sound
flirt with disaster
become your own master
take a risky chance
not at first glance
grin and bare it
make everything fit
try and understand
nothing is planned
have a good day
all I can say.

The Mayor

Adding up all the dead bodies,
most are just carbon copies.
After awhile they all look the same,
only difference is their name.
I have them written in a log book,
all those lives that I have took.
Forty people missing from this town,
all men whose lives were down.
No one expects when you're the mayor,
I even help look for this evil slayer.
Hope you're not male and thirty,
or you're about to get *****.
It's my face you last see,
only death will set you free.
Wearing a mask, I walk the streets,
I even keep all the ax receipts.
I put a bag over your head,
I listen as they beg, shut up I said.
Then we go on a long ride,
not once have I broken stride.
Then it's off with the mask,
now it's time for the ****** task.
If I pass a cop, I smile and wave,
off we go to my secret mayor cave.
Then I grab my trust ax,
always covering my tracks.
Chop them up into bits and pieces,
you should see as the blood releases.
Body parts start to fly,
and I don't even know why.
I'm just a small town lonely mayor,
taxes, they are not a payer.
People in the town in an uproar,
if they don't shut up,
they'll also get the cave tour.

A To Z

Awesome view,
beauty with eyes of blue.
Captivating her attention,
delusions of my intentions.
Ecstasy makes me so numb,
fingers gonna make her ***.
Ginger is her name,
heart is now a flame.
Illuminating light,
jeans so skin tight.
Kite is beginning to fly,
lights up a darkened sky.
Mom would be so proud,
noise in here way to loud.
Offered her to see my place,
punched me right in the face.
Quickly jumped to my feet,
right hook, not a good way to meet.
Soaked my face with an ice pack,
that was one hell of a whack.
Undeserving rejection,
vengeance is in my direction.
Waiting for her next response,
Xanax gave me a renaissance.
You just wanted a relaxing pill,
zealous, so she could chill

Priest And Beast

I live for today, not yesterday or tomorrow,
I have no regrets or no sorrow.
It's just the way I like living,
I always forget, I'm always forgiving.
I traded in my medication,
now I just do some meditation.
Nothing ever gets me depressed,
all my sins, I have already confessed.
Go to church every Sunday,
God helped me find the way.
I pray every single night,
my future is so very bright.
I exercise and I diet,
hating noise, I love quiet.
Every Sunday, I eat my wafer,
after that, I feel much safer.
As Stryper sang, To hell with the devil,
back in the day, I was quite the rebel.
Fooled you all, I'm really an atheist,
no one is more of a racist.
I hate all people, no matter the skin,
I don't care if you're fat or thin.
I pick on everyone, I leave no one out,
I've walked up to people dressed like a girl scout.
I really could care less what you all think,
whether you're a jew, *****, *****, towel head, ***** or *****.
If you think god is real, you're a fool,
hard knox is where I went to school.
Religion is nothing more than a joke,
just bought me an eight ball of coke.
When I step in church, my feet burn,
if you're like me, you'll have to wait your turn.
I'm atheist but I'm also a priest,
I'm a beauty and a beast.
Can you give me a hell yeah,
cat got your tongue, then give me a meow.
I hate you, you hate me,
a mass suicide would set us free.

I Just Called To Say I Hate You

You broke my very fragile heart,
blood on the wall, looks like art.
Sometimes I hang up when I call,
I will beg for mercy, I'd even crawl.
Yes, I'm under a restraining order,
many times, I crossed that border.
I just called to say I hate you,
killing is now what I pursue.
I hate your eyes, I hate your nose,
hate your fingers, hate your toes.
You said we'd last forever,
then you slept with my friend Trevor.
We got into a great big fight,
you stormed out that very same night.
I just called to say I hate you,
sometimes plans, just fall through.
Now I'm colder than cubes of ice,
I'm on you like white on rice.
I stalked you for about a week,
neighbors thought I was a creepy freak.
Twice you had me arrested,
a trial is what I requested.
I just called to say I hate you,
you have no idea, what I plan to do.
I can't help, that I keep calling,
I'm still begging, I'm still crawling.
I just can't get you out of my mind,
I'm always just two steps behind.
Went to the store and bought a knife,
if you can't be mine,
then you'll be nobodies wife.
I just called to say I hate you,
I fed the homeless, I called it ***** stew.

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Real Love

Love can be so very strange,
life you must now rearrange.
Butterflies in the tummy,
clam chowder is so yummy.
Naked massages, magic touch,
finger tips, I love so much.
When not home, I get lonely,
nothing about us, is a phony.
You're my very best friend,
I text you and hit send.
We fight more than we should,
I'd fix that if only I could.
Laying naked in the bed,
cuddling with you, no more said.
We were two halves, that became one,
my hot dog fits perfectly in your bun.
We never kiss and tell,
******* make us yell.
What's mine is also yours,
even my brand new fishing lures,
What's yours is also mine,
I don't quite fit in your Calvin Klein.
We share and share alike,
together we face problems,
that are headed down the pike.
Nothing can tear us apart,
I rode in a bus, and you in a **** cart.
On the day that we wed,
that night we will have a wet bed.
We will live happily ever after,
Lots of trust and a little laughter,
So if you ask me what is real love,
I don't know, but something not to get rid of.

Drug Addict

I drink beer, I drink liquor,
doing shots makes it quicker.
I smoke a bowl, I smoke a joint,
is there a problem, get to the point.
I take acid, I like trip,
I love the trail of a moving whip.
I like ****** sugar, I snort coke,
no wonder, I'm so **** broke.
I pop pills for stress, some for pain,
you'll never hear me complain.
I shoot ******, then I dose off,
my life is just a total loss.
I make and smoke ****,
hoping it takes my last breath.
Special K is my favorite tranquilizer,
I use it as a drug appetizer.
I smoke crack, don't ask why,
don't knock it, til you try.
Ecstasy makes me feel so good,
it always puts me in a special mood.
I sniff gas, I sniff glue,
then I ask, who are you.
Sometimes I smoke hash,
I live a life of white trash.
Morphine can't be beat,
my brain has suffered a defeat.
I even take ****** and steroids,
***** big, ***** small and I'm paranoid.
Been to counselling, been to rehab,
last time I went, I ended up with *****.
Now finally, I'm clean and sober,
been that way since mid October.
I admit drugs are more fun,
but in the end, God finally won.

Marine Corps

Seconds become minutes,
numbers are only digits.
Minutes become hours,
our love, bloomed like flowers.
Hours become days,
the Marines made us go separate ways.
Days become weeks,
my eyes sprung many leaks.
Weeks become months,
I'm home, while you're doing stunts.
Can't wait to see you again,
each letter we send, is with the same pen.
The year is about to end,
can't wait to see my best friend.
Months turn into weeks,
there will be no kissing on cheeks.
Weeks turn into days,
finally no more **** delays.
Days turn into hours,
so excited I took two showers.
Hours turn into minutes,
our love has no limits.
Minutes turn into seconds,
time is now of the essence.
I heard a knock at the door,
it was the Sargent of the Marine Corps.
Couldn't help but shed a tear,
after all I waited a whole **** year.

Day Of The Deadly Living

Nine to five, is what you work,
both kids, think you're a ****.
Wife never wants ***,
not a phone call or even a text.
Same job for ten long years,
bills are in arrears.
At diner, no one talks,
empty is your money box.
Staying together til kids turn eighteen,
bad movie you'd never want put on screen.
What a very depressing life,
dead now, thanks to a knife.
Sometimes life is unforgiving,
day of the deadly living.
Working graveyard shift at a factory,
coming home alone is unsatisfactory.
No wife, no girlfriend or even a *******,
just Rosie, and Tara his blow up doll.
Watching **** on the old laptop,
its been so long, you need a mop.
Couldn't get laid, even in a ***** house,
up your ***, you once stuck a mouse.
No friends, neighbors hate you,
all because they know, you knew.
This poor guy never has no fun,
dead now, thanks to a gun.
His family died on Thanksgiving,
day of the deadly living.
College by day, at night a stripper,
no candy jar, can't be a dipper.
Only sleeps two hours a day,
all night long men stalk their prey.
Started snorting *******,
gave up college, for a room of champagne.
Now she is a coke *****,
opens her legs, more than you open a door.
She had no problem, just an addiction,
a lost girl, with no direction.
Blood gushing from the nose,
dead now, thanks to an overdose.
Three holes I'm regrettably digging,
day of the deadly living.

Snow Mountain

I walk alone these darkened hills,
can see my breath and getting chills.
My party left me long ago,
they didn't like my altered ego.
Snow blowing in my face,
they said they needed space.
Feet and hands becoming numb,
never have I felt so **** dumb.
Found a cave and there they were,
me freezing, them wearing fur.
Never has a fire felt so good,
not sure where they got the wood.
Then I noticed a very distinct odor,
they were burning our guide, Schroeder.
On the cave wall, I see four more dead,
eating the brains from their very head.
I yelled, What the **** are you doing,
couldn't believe what I was viewing.
They said, Shut up or you're next,
I got on my knees and paid my last respects.
Spinning the body just like a pig roast,
I'd be happy with just a bite of toast.
As I watched them eat the bodies,
if I had a camera, I'd make copies.
Days went by and I got hungry,
the human body tastes so chunky.
Finally something that didn't taste like chicken,
my body was getting stronger and beginning to thicken.
We never did get discovered,
ended up in hell, getting eaten by an evil buzzard.

Opposites

I say love, You say hate,
I say curve. you say straight.
I say yes, you say no,
I say stay, you say go.
We agree to disagree,
to my heart, you hold the key.
We both beg to differ,
seeing you makes it stiffer.
I say pizza, you say salad,
I say rock, you say ballad.
I say front, you say back,
I say tic, you say tac.
I say you, you say me,
I say pay, you say free.
Sometimes opposites do attract,
all depending on the chemistry contact.
Nothing will ever tear us apart,
we have a title for the last ****.
I say please, you say beg,
I say breast, you say leg.
I say ***, you say ****,
I say three-way, you say group.
Took forever to find each other,
almost gave up on the love buzzer.
Our love is so very strong,
we both have the favorite song.
I say food, you say drink,
I say Halestorm, you say Pink.
I say metal, you say alternative,
I say positive, you say negative.
I say blue, you say red,
I say single, you say wed.
Nobody said love was easy,
it can make you sick and queasy.
We love each other no matter what,
butterflies fill up our empty gut.
I say naked, you say clothes,
I say fate, you say chose.
I say car, you say truck,
I say ***, you say ****.
Love comes in mysterious ways,
this is real, not a phase.
Our love is happily ever after,
the key is a nice ***** and some laughter.

Calender Girls

Miss January, keeps me very warm,
make me glad, that I was born.
Miss February, covers me from snow,
oh man, can she really blow.
Miss March, knows her wrong from right,
never had a *****, so **** tight.
Miss April, is a famous **** star,
she likes to take things a bit to far.
Miss May, gives me an all day smile,
all month long, we walk the mile.
Miss June, looks good in Daisy Dukes,
I'm waiting on the line of Bo's and Luke's.
Miss July, blows me a birthday kiss,
she likes to hold it while I ****.
Miss August, wears a bikini thong,
then we smoke a big fat ****.
Miss September, wears a back to school skirt,
not sure if she even owns a shirt.
Miss October, likes to trick or treat,
her body tastes oh so sweet.
Miss November, lets me fill her turkey with stuffing,
at first I thought she might be bluffing.
Miss December, likes to sit on my lap,
her sweet ***, I like to slap.
I love, I love, I love my calender girls,
triplets with the youngest one in curls.
I love my calender, that hangs on my wall,
it makes my ***** stand so tall.
Even though it's all my imagination,
my train always leaves the station.

Ax To Grind

Blood dripping from the eye,
looks like Jesus starting to cry.
I stabbed you with a screwdriver,
blood gushing like a geyser.
Cut off your ears with some scissors,
blood flowing just like rivers.
Took a hacksaw to your nose,
felt so good, used it on tour toes.
I cut off your fingers with garden shears,
they were twenty bucks at the local Sears.
Chopped of your head with my ax,
I'm from the IRS, and you paid no tax,
We don't care if you have no money,
continue not paying and people become ******.
Burning crosses in your front yard,
I'm a white boy and kind of a ******.
When you run out of your house,
your home gets a gasoline douse.
In white robes we walk the street,
we sure hate the dark meat.
We're grinding the ole ax,
we're KKK and hunting blacks.
The problem is they fight back,
so we just give them some killer crack.
Blood dripping from the heart,
dragged the carcass to the local mart.
Hunting animals is what I do,
then I cook them in my famous stew.
Whether a shotgun or bow and arrow,
could be a bear or a helpless sparrow.
Sometimes a dog, sometimes a cat,
maybe a mouse, maybe a cat.
I'm a hunter on the loose,
how I love to **** a moose.
I use the skins as a rug,
I just killed an annoying bug.
I use my trusty ax to chop off their head,
now they hang above my king sized bed.
How I love to use my awesome ax,
whether for the IRS, hunting or torturing blacks.

True Story

Hello, do you remember me,
I'm the one with no college degree,
turned out alright, wouldn't you agree.
Always wanted to be famous,
I've been called an ignoramus,
until now, I was just nameless.
All I ask now is for a home and car,
haven't quite gotten that far,
everyday I earn a brand new scar.
Asking for enough money to live,
if only I could learn to forgive,
I still have a lot more to give.
At my age, I haven't done enough,
not making excuses about life being tough,
is it that wrong, to take a little puff.
Two great kids I hardly see,
but I know they totally love me,
it's too bad having kids wasn't free.
Just when things are going right,
the sun goes down, and it becomes night,
if there is a God, I bet he does it out of spite.
I do my best to outweigh the bad to good,
never did what I have should,
I feel like my life is misunderstood.
At the age when things are supposed to get better,
they never sent me that very important letter,
well it's middle age I'm about to enter.
Still I always try and be positive,
so what if I'm a bit provocative,
well that's my **** prerogative.

Tight Rope

If you only knew how I really felt,
sinking fast and starting to melt.
Feeling like Frosty in the summer,
I'm an idiot and getting dumber.
Losing brain cells by the minute,
used to have a name, now just a digit.
Not sure where I'm going,
up creek, I'm slowly rowing.
If not for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all,
falling fast and nobody will call.
Bought a rope and made a noose,
can't handle any more of this abuse.
Got picked on my whole life,
my mind is in constant strife.
Now I have brain cancer,
and no one has the answer.
No one cares that I'm falling apart,
you can't fix this broken heart.
Tied the rope to a ceiling rafter,
I wanna die, happily ever after.
Found myself a nice sturdy chair,
life will just never be fair.
Kicked the chair out from under me,
started to choke, started to ***.
Body starting to feel very weak,
not another word did I speak.

The Cop

I'm a cop walking the beat,
about to retire with hurt feet.
followed a man who looked suspicious,
from the size of his gun, I knew he was vicious.
He went inside a hotel lobby,
acting all bossy and ******.
He took hostages, except for me,
I shot him dead and set them free.
That's the old fashioned American way,
plus I'm a cop, who wants his pay.
Next night I heard a woman scream,
getting ***** as he tried to spill his cream.
I also shot him dead,
for saving her, she gave me head.
All because I'm a good cop,
I offered to use the mop.
I shoot people who sell drugs,
their just useless stupid thugs.
I shoot first, question are for later,
my gun would **** the largest alligator.
Next night followed a woman, inside a store,
she was shoplifting, I thought maybe she was poor.
Followed he into her fancy car,
I shot that stealing rock star.
Got in some trouble on that one,
a cops job is never done.
Next night followed a molester,
following a young boy,
offering candy and a shinny new toy.
Saw him stalking in the park,
but I'm a cop, who's not afraid of the dark.
Took my shot, while he was watching,
it was the boys dad, I saw falling.
Retired early without a pension,
should have taken that course in safety prevention.

I'm Forty Three

Lines form on my forehead and neck,
lines form on my upper and lower deck.
I'm middle aged without a plan,
I'm thirty something, I'm an old man.
I'm forty three, no idea what I want,
going blind and needing bigger font.
Forty three, gotta get away,
I've been straight, I've been gay.
I've gotta get out of this place,
my parents want me out from the crawl space.
I've gotta thirty something brain
and an old geezers heart,
I blame the dog, whenever I ****.
Took forty three years to get this far,
still listen to cassettes, when in my car.
Don't always know what I'm a saying,
Uncle Sam, I keep on paying,
not gonna tell ya, what I'm a weighing.
***** swing low from the left and the right,
silly kids always ask, Mister was there always light.
Every bone in my body cracks,
rolling in sand, I leave wrinkle tracks.
I'm in the middle age of my life,
I've been a boy, girl, husband and a wife.
I'm thirty something and an old geezer,
I listed to Elvis and also Weezer.
I'm forty three and I like it,
I travel around with a Depends kit.
Yes I like it, I love it, I like it, I love it,
I'm forty three, forty three, forty three,
and all this yelling made me ****.

The Wizard Of Because

I live in a lap of luxury,
never again will I go hungry.
Life has been good so far,
big house and a fancy car.
Fame, fortune and power,
ten heads in my giant shower.
Can't remember last time when,
I slept at a cheap ****** inn.
Once was lost, now I'm found,
just like a dog in a pound.
Used to be naked, now fully clothed,
my whereabouts are undisclosed.
Every day is a new adventure,
cash only, never a debenture.
I have powers beyond belief,
some say, I'm just a common thief.
Can cure sickness, with just one touch,
if you have a broken leg, drop that crutch.
The future passes before my eyes,
I have unlimited amounts of supplies.
Not a disease, I can't cure,
cancer and aids are no more.
Been on Oprah, been on Ellen,
neither bought what I was selling.
Won the lottery sixteen times,
I've prevented many of crimes.
You can call me what you will,
my face is on the million dollar bill.
People pay to see me in action,
I love seeing their ****** reaction.
Now that I have your undivided attention,
ruling the world is my true intention.
Put people and things, in their rightful place,
**** half the world, we need the **** space.
No more busy streets,
no more money or stupid receipts.
Not a single crowded mall,
handicapped people standing tall.
No more standing in long lines,
no more tickets, no more fines.
No more government laws,
it's good to be the wizard of because.

Delusional Paranoia

Inside my head is a constant fight,
darkness covers the distant light.
All the meds are not working,
the smell of evil is slowly lurking.
Darkness fades to pitch black,
all I want is my old life back.
I need to change all my meds,
still running from the feds.
Help me please, get through this moment,
sick and tired of living in constant torment.
Moving state to state, town to town,
I'm just a like a king, who lost his crown.
Did I smoke a joint, or was it a bowl,
all the drugs have finally taken its toll.
My life used to be fast and furious,
now I'm lost and very curious.
My mind has wondered so far away,
should I go, or should I stay.
Is anything I'm saying making any sense,
or is my braid just to dense.
Not sure when things went wrong,
I used to be bigger than King Kong.
Then one day, my life fell apart,
black became the color of my broken heart.
In conclusion, maybe I have a delusion,
is there a solution to all my confusion.

Second Chance

Don't take more than you can lend,
before you break, you must bend.
Mind at ease, heart close at hand,
before you realize, you're swimming on dry land.
Hoping life was easy, but it turned into hell,
on the past, don't ever dwell.
Can't please somebody,
till you please yourself,
our love just sits on a dusty shelf.
Believe or not, I have no plan,
my dreams got tossed in the can.
Somehow I must bounce back,
like a rubber band, leave me some slack.
I'm gonna give up, giving up,
no more drinking from a Dixie cup.
I just got one thing to say,
my golden mug is on the way.
I'm not just gonna lay down and die,
gotta give living, just one more try.
I deserve a second chance,
just one more harmless lap dance.
Someday's, I feel like I've had enough,
but is life really that **** tough.
Tired of getting a quick fix,
I just need to change the mix.
Can do anything, I put my mind too,
it works for me how about you.

Judgement Day

In the evening of the dead,
people will be losing their very head.
Judgement day will now arrive,
only the good people will survive.
Darkness has covered all the land,
this was something very well planned.
One by one, bad people will suffer,
blood rising higher than a gusher.
Non sinners get to watch the torment,
it's turning out to be quite the event.
Bodies of water are turning red,
millions of people were so misled.
The day is forever gone,
the night will never again dawn.
It soothes the pain of wasted years,
kissing away the left over bitter tears.
No one ever thought this would happen,
the Devil is now the captain.
It's just to bad he lied,
that fateful night when everyone died.
The good people and the bad,
all you morons have been had.
Demons and ghouls now rule,
the Devil can be so **** cruel.
The darkness stayed till the end of time,
they spared me, because I can rhyme.
Plus, I'm that ******* Devil,
nothing about me is on the level.
You silly fools, what did you think,
it's just my paper and my silly ink.

Burn In Reality

Welcome to the promise land,
enter people and take my hand.
Nobody helps, nobody cares,
friends are just like musical chairs.
It's a selfish and cruel world,
at a young age, you see it's unfurled.
No one seems to have enough money,
the government laughs, they think it's funny.
The ones you love, stay very close,
in glass houses, always wear clothes.
Shooters and drugs on every corner,
don't wanna be a victim or a mourner.
In this world, it's a dog eat dog,
going blind from all the dense fog.
All you can do is try your best,
don't let yourself get obsessed.
We all done some bad things in our life,
people are always stabbing you with a knife.
Play with fire, and you soon will burn,
what others do, is not your concern.
Look in your soul, what do you see,
is this how, you want to be.
You can decide your own fate,
choose it soon, before too late.
Always work and never play,
reality *****, is what I always say.
Hear no evil, seek no evil,
maybe it's time for a reality retrieval.
Is life fact or is it fiction,
let's bring back the crucifixion.
Reality bites, just ask Winona Ryder,
for your kids be a good provider.
Reality shows are just a joke,
after fifteen minutes, they too are broke.
The older you are, the worse it gets,
everyday you're hit with a defensive blitz.
We are all burning in Reality,
Hell will be just a simple formality.

Blood

I love blood gushing from the head,
blood is always the color of red.
I love blood dripping from a finger,
a small *****, that likes to linger.
I love blood from a toe,
watch as it starts to flow.
I love blood from a nose,
it flows just like a garden hose.
I love blood that isn't mine,
best friends will often combine.
I love blood from a hand,
surely it wasn't planned.
I love blood from feet,
taste of it is so sweet.
I love blood from an arm,
it may hurt, but no harm.
I love blood from a leg,
crack it just like an egg.
I love blood from a neck,
vampires can cause a red wreck.
I love blood from a ******,
whether from U.S.A. or from China.
I love blood from the ****,
yes I know that sounds kinda heinous.
I love blood in your ****,
I put it on my cheese, that is Swiss.
Can't get blood from a stone,
unless it hits you in the bone.
Blood is thicker than water,
nothing like a good slaughter.
I'm a vampire who is a stud,
lets face it folks, I love blood.

Deaths Of 2013

My third year doing this.

Paul Walker, Texas ranger,
driving fast leads to danger.
Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown,
Paul Bearer always wore a frown.
Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini,
always played a mobster meany.
Peter O'Toole, famous actor,
Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher.
President Nelson Mandela,
Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella.
Lou Reed, is now on the wild side,
took all the colored girls for a ride.
Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin,
tv actors who had white skin.
Paul Blair and Stan The Man,
playing baseball, when they can.
Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly,
both had ***** that bounced like jelly.
Tom Clancy wrote famous books,
not much on having good looks.
Cory Montieth and Patti Page,
one died young, other of old age.
Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker,
Archie always put her in the dumper.
Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones,
played football and broke some bones.
Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips,
they both gave good and bad tips.
Ray Manzarek, from The Doors,
Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords.
Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself,
Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf.
Mindy McCready and George Jones,
both hit those country tones.
Chris Kelly from Kris Kross,
Ed Koch is a New York loss.
David Frost and Roger Ebert,
always had words to insert.
Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club,
Eydie Gorme almost got a snub.
Jonathan Winters, was very funny,
to come from Mork's egg, made him money.
If you don't know who these people are,
look them up, internet not very far.
For the ones that I missed,
please don't get to ******.

Mamma's Boy

There was a man, his name was Tom,
forty five and still lives with mom.
I guess you can say, he's a mamma's boy,
morning, noon and night, plays with his favorite toy.
Mom don't let him go out on dates,
Rosie and her sisters, are his only mates.
Has naked posters on his bedroom wall,
stares at under age girls at the mall.
Loves movies that are ****,
been that way, since he was born.
Hangs out at every school park,
targeting his next victims every mark.
Tried it once or twice in his cellar,
tied them to an old plane propeller.
He buried them after he had his fun,
only girls between ten to twelve,
made him shoot his favorite gun.
Missing person posters turned him on,
he considered himself the preteen Don Juan.
Then one day his mamma died,
Jekyll is gone, it's now only Hyde.
He went on local web chat sites,
all young girls got wanted invites.
With no mom, things got easy,
my stomach is getting a bit queasy.
In a months time, maybe twenty girls,
promised them dolls with clothes and pearls.
This small town was in an uproar,
if you needed girl parts, he had the store.
Near by neighbors noticed an ungodly smell,
police came and found and an under ground hell.
Everyone thought this man was strange,
after his mom died, they noticed a change.
They strung him on a giant pole,
while parents played Whac-A-Mole.
They hit that human pinata till it exploded,
his blood and guts became unloaded.

Struggle Within

Feeling kinda down and out,
cat got the tongue, can't shout.
Feeling used and helpless,
only evil, no more goodness.
Seeking desperately for unknown knowledge,
long ago, you dropped out of college.
No one there to help you along,
everyone says, you don't belong.
A born loser everyone says,
popping pills, like from a Pez.
People wishing you were dead,
just a single bullet to the head.
Not one person ever cared,
people look at you and get scared.
You're a monster with no roar,
in your face, people slam the door.
Too afraid to go outside,
all applications got denied.
Cry all day, cry all night,
inside your mind, is a constant fight.
Maybe it's time to make a stand,
take your head out of the sand.
Did your best, but still you fail,
you're deaf, dumb and blind,
and still can't real braille.
A car accident destroyed your face,
nothing in its right place.
So you decide to end it all,
gun in mouth, as you start to fall.
Blood everywhere, as your soul escapes,
act is over, now lower the drapes.

Love Story

This is a love story of a different sort,
he was a ******, she was an escort.
He had the night off and feeling lonely,
eating his cheese, crackers and pepperoni.
Called a girl he once knew,
she is an escort, and making her debut.
She was there in an hour,
she was fat and he had no flour.
She told him fifty bucks, and I'm all yours,
she barely fit through any of his doors.
He said, I never knew you were a *******,
she said, I didn't come here for you to prosecute.
No, no he said that's not it,
I miss hanging out, I must admit.
They talked all night, and she charged no money,
life is strange and even sometimes funny.
They both quit their illegal jobs,
every night they would make love like Gods.
After a week they got hitched,
it was like together, they got stitched.
She found a job at a bank,
he started driving an oil tank.
She exercised and lost some weight,
he said, **** baby you look great.
They lived a happy middle classed life,
but very happy as husband and wife.
They had a baby, then another,
he was a good dad, and her a good mother.
They were living happily ever after,
till he died falling off a very high rafter.
Turned their lives into shreds,
no more stitches, broken was the threads.
After a while they moved on,
finally the numbness was all gone.
She hooked up with a new man,
kids chopped him up and stuck him in a can.
They didn't want a new daddy,
mommy got depressed and again became a fatty.