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eileen mcgreevy Sep 2010
What is a bully?,

A bully forces his opinion,

A bully, is unhappy,

A bully can't take praise very well,

A bully is to be pitied,

A bully is just, a, bully...
22/09/10
eileen mcgreevy Sep 2010
They say it makes the heart grow fonder'
It does indeed, i say,
For when you're not around for me,
It's hard to get through the day.

I wonder who you're talking to,
I feel so envious,
They get to hear your sweet voice dear,
Those people on your bus.

I ponder how i'll carry on,
Without your loving arms,
And yearn so very achingly,
To have your wonderous charms.

I miss you darling, every day,
But you fail to understand,
How delicate this abscence has left me,
My life is in your hands.
eileen mcgreevy Aug 2010
Her thighs squeezed gently on his head,
His mouth went wildly exploring,
Her back arched, begging him to go further,
Those brazen hussies said he was boring.

This lust would take him to new depths,
They vowed to teach eachother,
She felt so *****, being honest,
She basqued in her new lover.

Her tongue sought out such pleasure here,
He lost his bearings often,
His sword, left there for her to ****,
She searched his garments coffin.

She logged on nightly wanting him,
He waited for her signals,
Oh what a pity, he was fake,
Her ideal man , was pixels.
eileen mcgreevy Aug 2010
Oh ****, here we go again,
I feel it creeping through my brain,
The smoke has hit the fire alarm,
Almighty sadness , bleeding strain.

I'd run but what the ****'s the point?,
It's holding down my very joints,
I'm trying to fight the need to harm,
I'm geeting the **** outta this joint.

Oh misery, please spare me this monsoon,
Im growing weaker, i'll lose it soon,
This fist of pain, inside my head,
I've dried up, like a shrivelled prune
done by me
eileen mcgreevy Aug 2010
I know i shouldn't say this,Cause, really, i am blessed,

But why did god, postpone our meeting,

While pairing off the rest?,

I know we met eventually,

But i cant help but moan,

For all the years i lived without you,

Let's waste no more time,

"Come home",
eileen mcgreevy Aug 2010
Sticky fingers,
***** toes,
Smelly *****,
Beads up their nose,
          
          PRECIOUS

Snot stained blouse,
Sick stained shoulders,
Work gets harder,
As they get older,

        WONDERFUL

Midnight screaming,
*** in your bed,
Barbie in your coffe ***,
Poor goldfish overfed,

        GOOD TIMES

Money problems,
Teenage tantrums,
Nose rings, blue hair,
Football anthems,

        PARENTHOOD ROCKS!!!!
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