Feb 2016
**** what was said, its what was known was a whole other story:
"Run their coming how much you got,
"I got fifteen clots left,
"How the fa-jesus is that gonna stop them,
"Improvising is the necessity of the moment,
"Now grab that gas bottle and traffic cone, hurry,
"You are one crazy ******* you know that,
He smiles and watch's as his friend plays tinkerer, he
Was called the tinker bell of improvising. Less the *******
Wings and smiles. I loved watching his thoughts as they
Always had a party trick sense of humor that played with
Those that were against us and our family. We had been
On the streets for at least for at least fifteen years running
Against those that were in this seeded state of imprisonment
"That's so messed up dude,
He laughs out loud at the thought of those playing the field.
"The streets are our weapon their sheep on our land,
Running to a secluded place darkness cleanses their view
From others prying eyes. You think there stupid enough
To fall for this ****? their is always one dopy *******.
"Here they come,
They see the funtarded plan that they left for those playing
Cat in a world of mice, but mice are smarter than others
Give credit for, "******* cat, "SSsssshhhhh,
The thugs speak to each other faces deserted in black.
"What the hell is this?
What is it? anything of importance?
"It looks like a Knock, Knock joke,
"Read it then you imbecile
"Knock, Knock,
"Who's there?
"Count to three,
1
2
.
.
.
.
.
"Aggghhhh,
Ambush is shouted around, all but two aren't caught
In what happened two moments before.
Two moments earlier
3??
"Gas is silent but deadly,
The one that smelt it dealt it?
What the **** is that meant to mean?
As an incendiary round is fired, figures they
Momentarily see,
With gleeful smiles and a middle index finger
****** in the air by both, and unheard words spoke
"**** all yaaaa,
All are engulfed in flame, screams are heard from the
Distance running in futile acts.
"Drop and roll,
These words of panic go unheard as if swatted
They each fall like wicks. They smoulder and then
Unused ammunition upon themselves like
Fire crackers go off. like jumping beans
Their frames jump up as appendages release
from their now flaming form.
"Run for cove.........,
"O ****, he just got to in the head,
"I don't get paid enough for this Fu.....,
One slug only used impressive is a thought,
His little playful tricks never cease to amaze,
Cadavers smouldering linger as they both
Look over amazed it worked.
"Now that's what I'm talking about,
As he walks over and does a midsection ******
"BANG,
As the air is clouded with profanities
"MOTHER F#CKER,
"JESUS ***#ING CHRIST,
"**** THE FU#KING BED,
"Hahahahaha,
"What's so funny,
"Its the Karma of the situation,
"He dealt it, you smelt it in the ****,
"That's so not funny my dairy-air kills,
"Dude you got a brown stain hahaha.....,
"**** the bed or your pants,
They walk away, well one walks the other hobbles.
I hate this place so much, god dam generation prison.
"What did we ever do?
"We were born dude,
They arrive at camp to eyes happy to see both
Alive and slightly well, curious looks
Gather at his reddish brown patch,
"He smelt it,
As giggles surround and he punches him in the arm.
"I'm never going to live this down am I dude,
"No,
"This is worthy of years of puns haha...,
They see their mother, a tattoo of shameful pride
Adorning her neck, so long ago given for
A crime of hunger to feed her first born.
But their was no cautionary words, but deployed
Into this state now walls elevated a half mile high.
Did the world still exist no one knew no one
Had been dropped in nine or ten years.
This place was a whole state enclosed, the
Worst and those of minimal crimes linger in
This place to survive is the only thing and not
Lose your humanity in the process.
"Hi my little ones,
"I see the journey was not with out incidence,
"It was a pain in the **** mum,
"Well his **** not mine,
"Mum tell him to stop it,
"Young man your brother is not the **** of all jokes,
"Ok maybe for the next few years give or take,
They walk off as the gates enclosing there camp
Though rusted keep outsider not wanted
Away from the peace now claimed in the enclave.
"Run their coming how much you got,
"I got fifteen clots left,
"How the fa-jesus is that gonna stop them,
"Improvising is the necessity of the moment,
"Now grab that gas bottle and traffic cone, hurry,
"You are one crazy ******* you know that,
He smiles and watch's as his friend plays tinkerer, he
Was called the tinker bell of improvising. Less the *******
Wings and smiles. I loved watching his thoughts as they
Always had a party trick sense of humor that played with
Those that were against us and our family. We had been
On the streets for at least for at least fifteen years running
Against those that were in this seeded state of imprisonment
"That's so messed up dude,
He laughs out loud at the thought of those playing the field.
"The streets are our weapon their sheep on our land,
Running to a secluded place darkness cleanses their view
From others prying eyes. You think there stupid enough
To fall for this ****? their is always one dopy *******.
"Here they come,
They see the funtarded plan that they left for those playing
Cat in a world of mice, but mice are smarter than others
Give credit for, "******* cat, "SSsssshhhhh,
The thugs speak to each other faces deserted in black.
"What the hell is this?
What is it? anything of importance?
"It looks like a Knock, Knock joke,
"Read it then you imbecile
"Knock, Knock,
"Who's there?
"Count to three,
1
2
.
.
.
.
.
"Aggghhhh,
Ambush is shouted around, all but two aren't caught
In what happened two moments before.
Two moments earlier
3??
"Gas is silent but deadly,
The one that smelt it dealt it?
What the **** is that meant to mean?
As an incendiary round is fired, figures they
Momentarily see,
With gleeful smiles and a middle index finger
****** in the air by both, and unheard words spoke
"**** all yaaaa,
All are engulfed in flame, screams are heard from the
Distance running in futile acts.
"Drop and roll,
These words of panic go unheard as if swatted
They each fall like wicks. They smoulder and then
Unused ammunition upon themselves like
Fire crackers go off. like jumping beans
Their frames jump up as appendages release
from their now flaming form.
"Run for cove.........,
"O ****, he just got to in the head,
"I don't get paid enough for this Fu.....,
One slug only used impressive is a thought,
His little playful tricks never cease to amaze,
Cadavers smouldering linger as they both
Look over amazed it worked.
"Now that's what I'm talking about,
As he walks over and does a midsection ******
"BANG,
As the air is clouded with profanities
"MOTHER F#CKER,
"JESUS ***#ING CHRIST,
"**** THE FU#KING BED,
"Hahahahaha,
"What's so funny,
"Its the Karma of the situation,
"He dealt it, you smelt it in the ****,
"That's so not funny my dairy-air kills,
"Dude you got a brown stain hahaha.....,
"**** the bed or your pants,
They walk away, well one walks the other hobbles.
I hate this place so much, god dam generation prison.
"What did we ever do?
"We were born dude,
They arrive at camp to eyes happy to see both
Alive and slightly well, curious looks
Gather at his reddish brown patch,
"He smelt it,
As giggles surround and he punches him in the arm.
"I'm never going to live this down am I dude,
"No,
"This is worthy of years of puns haha...,
They see their mother, a tattoo of shameful pride
Adorning her neck, so long ago given for
A crime of hunger to feed her first born.
But their was no cautionary words, but deployed
Into this state now walls elevated a half mile high.
Did the world still exist no one knew no one
Had been dropped in nine or ten years.
This place was a whole state enclosed, the
Worst and those of minimal crimes linger in
This place to survive is the only thing and not
Lose your humanity in the process.
"Hi my little ones,
"I see the journey was not with out incidence,
"It was a pain in the **** mum,
"Well his **** not mine,
"Mum tell him to stop it,
"Young man your brother is not the **** of all jokes,
"Ok maybe for the next few years give or take,
They walk off as the gates enclosing there camp
Though rusted keep outsider not wanted
Away from the peace now claimed in the enclave.
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