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pookie Jul 2016
There once was a posh boy all alone in town,
He saw the sign for a good night going down,
The sign was neon and bright,
and all it said was,
SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS,
So down he went and started his decline,
Shouting SHORT'S, SHORT'S, SHORT'S.
you know who you are ;)
pookie Jun 2016
Insecure lives of all those around us,
The dreams and hopes of all those random people,
The shedding of tears and smiles,
The wonderful sound of laughter from delicate giggles to outrageous snorts.

The world is passing us by step by step,
So lets enjoy it,
The Sad,
The Happy,
The Wonderful.

The hopeless romantics with notions of love forever till death,
To the man ****** and women of ****** needs who grab and pull at each others clothes,
The old couples who know each other better than they know them selves.

The World is life,
And We the People are the World,
The World is life.

Lets Enjoy Each Other
pookie May 2016
Come on guys,
Get up,
Stand Up,
Lie to me,
Come on guys,
Get Up,
Stand Up,
Pull or Fist's up,
Lets get it on guys,

Come on,
Get up,
Stand Up.

Lets have this fun now Come on.
lets have some fun come on get up stand up.
pookie Apr 2016
Take my hand dear,
Lay down beside me dear,
Look into my eyes and become lost with me,
Take my hand dear,
And we will go to a place where only we know,
Take my hand dear,
Close your eyes dear,
Lay down beside me and let's go to a place where only we know,
Take my hand dear.

Because I don't want to go without you.
  Mar 2016 pookie
rained-on parade
I’ve never needed more words
than the ones I already have.

I am a lost library book.

I have become overdue, forgotten
and I once gave you a good time.
Yeah.
pookie Mar 2016
Day by Day the phone calls come,
Day by Day the knocks come on my door,
The Hounds have been released,
Baying for blood,
Baying for the liquid green blood they call theres,
Baying for my hard work,
Baying for the liquid green that i harvested,
That i Worked for,
The Pencil pushing hounds have been released.

Day by day the hounding comes.
sick of pencil pushing desk jockeys who hound people like me who work very day of the week bring in money to pay for what taxes and for people who don't work and its me that has to to take the fall for them i'm sick of it what do i get for my work nothing i get hounded for money they don't need.

this is why im leaving this godforsaken country.
pookie Mar 2016
sitting back and relaxing,
turing the screen on in my head,
i turn up the volume and cant hear anything,
the screen crackles to life,
where once there were colours there is now,

Black,
White,
Gray,

life passing by in a blur,
colours seeped out and washout,
peoples faces blur,
actions lost of meaning,

i tried to change the channel,
nothing happened,
stuck in a loop of the same colours,
the same meaningless expressions and actions,

life is a film meant to be enjoyed in colours and life and sounds.

im lost looking at the black and white screen.
Lost for what seems to be a life time.
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