ChestNuts roesting on an open fire
Roesting over the flames of yuor forgoten love
Burnt too a Crisp (This is what they call Chips in Englis )
Mother's' love showed me the Love I needed from yuo
England they call them Crisps
Eating Chest Nuts is scrumptous
Training my ***** in the Art Of War
Hello my deer Freinds,
I am BACK after a businiss trip on which my beutiful ***** acopannied me to the wonderous country of England. I felt this trip was neccesary because my ***** were getting a little sad here in Frenso where they have lived there whole lives on my farm and never seen the Grand Wide World. However this trip took quiet a long time as ***** are not allowed on plaines and they had to journey to England by Scuttling, across the ocean floor. At last we were reuneted in the fine town of LiverPool. I chose this destination because ***** have Livers and live in Pools so I hoped they would feel at home. Thank yuo all for yuor continued support during this trying time and I hope yuo enjoy the Art that is born from being inspired bye a new Culture.
i pear my eyes at the gloomy sky,
twitching with pleasure and pain.
where i hope rain will fall,
is only the acrid dust of the frenso desert.
where i hope corn will grow,
is only the weeds and seeds of earth.
i know i can not live for longer in this way. that i shall Soon Die without sistenace
all that is before my weery eyes are my Kin.
The ***** themselves.
My trauma started to scream! My eyes flooded with tears from the depths of Hell Himself. Yet I know it must be done. I crunched into his shell with the fury of.l a thousand suns. It shattered beneath my choppers as I seasoned his flesh with my own salty tears. My tong registered the taste of crab flesh, that before I had only tasted in the most scandalous of contexts.
I felt his life drain, and my own restored. But at what cost?
this peom is inspiring by my Idol Justine Beeber. thank yuo all for the support i have greatley missed yuo all but was ocuppied tending too my ***** wich had fallen deathley ill
my sneses are in overdrive
like a car driving over a big sped bump
i look to the left
outlines of claking clikers await me
i look to the rite
there bulgig eyes dare me to make the fist move
i like to wisper sweet nothing's into they're ears
like "mr claker yuo are so powerful" or "scutle away with me to ******"
but then i had the truly terible reelisation
they doo not have ears...
hello this has bean a long time since i wrote on hear i was so busy with my crab s and then my love for them sparked the inspirateen for this peom please like comment and suscribe
the sensuous curves of their shels
the clicking of their hands
the look in their eye's
more peoms inspired by my crab friends
you rinse of
and end up
hello guys :) sorry i haven't posted much, i have bean busy with my crab farm
Society says I am bad
they are all FOOLS
just because i have the coorage
to dryve at 300 miles pur hour on the freeway
I am smart like Jeesus
Yuo are just sad
I peered into the bin
and at the top... One shining leaf of leetuce
I saw it for what it was: A Miracle of the Lord
I plucked the leetuce out of the bin
And handed it to an unsuspecting fellow
Little did he know he was about to be blessed with God’s leetuce
He ate the leetuce
And ascended to Heaven
a thought on religion...
sorry i have been so inactive, this moment affected me so deeply and i needed some time to reflect