I was once in a rough & gruff biker gang
figthing with tough as nails bikers, dang
and I knew all of the sick biker slang,
but then I woke up when my cell phone rang

Jail and grunge, smoldering sun
and youth without decay
Ive been blessed with luck
to see her stuck
In my memory day after day.
Against my will I think about her still
the seaweed queen with foaming eyes
and there she remains
above every thought train
from now til my demise.

Garcon et fille
il a mange la fille
et [says] magnifique

My mom don’t like it when I drag
She thinks I look like some big hag
With deep dark circles I swallow each breath
& tire myself out while thinking bout death

The orphans are
mounting an assault quick,
grab your knives and your guns,
we'll show those parentless ******
that we also
know how to
have fun.

My poems should never be so crass
but here i'm free to think and wash my ***.