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Dante Nov 2011
I got a
      Crackhouse of mind
I got a
      square root of thyme
I gotta
      Trebek of head
I think my
      girlfriend is dead
I'm goin to
      find somethin free
Goin on a
      job hunt for me

Lookin for a
       Square peace of mind
Lookin for a
        high point in time
Thinkin ill go and
       drive to the beach
come here and
       extend your reach

I'm here to
     cut off some head
           fill a man with lead
     free up the joint
get to the point
     find a place with no disgrace
     then walk until i bleed

I don't got no gloves on
I appear to've lost my brain
      Got a flag on my arm
      Lookin for some men to disarm
Flick a fat double chin
Find a real quiet place to sin
      learn to play the guitar
      watch myself i'm goin far
Gonna sing about my work
Make a joke, and circle ****
         Make it last &
         make 'em cry
    Slice some apple pie
Goin to call Americana
        Scare the **** out of yer mamma
I hate what is here
Love to flash on the fear
Like to sing about the void
      stab the hearts outta little boys
Feel a fine sharp sensation
Beatin fuel out of the nation
       Light the embers of my fire
       Dodge the wind of my desire
And the bubbling flesh
Screams the songs of wit & death
       And if i die before i wake
       I pray the world my soul to fake

Shatter my brain cells
       lost in a fog
I've got to keep scarin'
      Wave a flashlight at a dog
Write down words too wicked fine
      I will be laughin' all the time
Just to make my day worthwhile
      While i keep it all on file
In company & crest we
     Stare at my blooded hairy chest
Where i inject my mescaline
      'til i look so ****** thin
Gonna reach into my ribcage
       Drive a car into the roadrage
Pour your blood into a fountain
       Make it mean all love's a mountain
                                                                  top
of
               One handed work for you to
                        look to the skies and smirk
I got to seizure on this table
             get down and write my wicked fable
          I can't can't write what I'm thinkin
                         less i break the law or start drinkin
I will tell you my emotions
Eat the acid
drink a potion
              I'll hold a candle to my name
              Push my ******* in the flames
Make you watch til i cry
Paintin glass onto my thighs
I'm a mad red eye patch
i got a bag of **** to match
I've got a match and cigarettes
I got a knife take it to the pets
Who can smash & love & cry
Take a blender make it mine
til I bleed on the gloves i received
               Tattoo a notebook on my life
Find a witness make a wife
               View the world through
Dark colored goggles So I can
               fight over anorexic models
Spend the nights in british flats
                makin sweet love for you cats
Hunt the vampires all day
                 So I can waste my life away
I got a ****** up state of mind
                in this quiet garden of mine
     where i just
plant weeds and smoke
& call all this life a joke
          til i waste away completely
or I could dig a hole discretely
          I could make coffee or tea
& wonder what this means to me
                            Who cares if there's blood on the table
                            Engraved with horseshit from the stable
And I'm gonna find a way to end
this wicked fable for the trend
                                                      **** a poem for the prose
the end of all this
                                                   the beholder shows us
                                                          the patterns on the wall
croob  Oct 2018
today's teens
croob Oct 2018
burning baby
bodies; bathing
books. surfing
crackhouse couches;
catching *****,
getting guns
and gonorrhea.
King Bacon Dec 2014
Hey, Have you heard the story about my trip to purgatory
I sat in Satan’s seat and watch him turn the world before me,
and Satan said to me, that I was my worst enemy,
I said to Satan, one day I will be a celebrity
and Satan said to me, I will be dead eventually
I said, I will never die not as long as they remember me
and then I went home, and made a date with destiny
I told the waiter we will be paying separately
Rest in Peace
Jonathan
I live by the lake
When my best friend died
Satan said, Do you believe in faith
well he believed, life is what you make it  
and that we were going to make it
and one day we would be famous
but now who the **** am I?  
My name is King Bacon
In the streets I learn about blackouts
they tried to get me high, but my hyphy got me passed out
and wake up on the floor in the back of a grimy crackhouse
but that was the old me
this year‘s the new me
loosely say the truth
but truth is not a word I use loosely
the truth is absolute, I believe this absolutely

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
I leave them wanting more
I hope they’re wanting more
until the day of death
he’ll be knocking at your door

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
The fruit of the labor is rotting to the core
you came to steal your guts
now you are mopping up the floor

I have to stay on the grind
rearranging my rhymes
find a way to fill the space between the page and my mind
Nowadays when I see your face it reminds
that death can come today, I’m I wasting my time
You know I look at that lake and I choke
don’t know how to cope
don’t know how to end in a positive note
I know now even if we burn, we will float
above this like smoke,
Life’s not a ***** it’s a joke
ashes to ashes burn my flesh
I’m trying to blow your mind off your neck
but the only way to shine is with a long day's sweat
so short, but the dream is beyond paychecks
You’re going to see me on a CD with Kanye West
and then Jay Z, Beyonce’s next
but today leads tomorrow, it’s a long conquest
and so you grip that mic, and your palm may sweat
You know the devil has a God complex .
So,
have you heard the story about my time in Satan’s seat
sat in sheets, lazy days and complacency

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
I leave them wanting more
I hope they’re wanting more
until the day of death
he’ll be knocking at your door

Everyday is the earth’s revolution
Life’s a gift
it’s a death that you’re choosing
The fruit of the labor is rotting to the core
you came to steal your guts
now you are mopping up the floor

If I could rewind time
put that minute in reverse
quick decision to go swimming
keep you living on this earth  
If I could find lines
I would spit them in a verse
spitting image of your vision
would be finishing your work…….

If I could rewind time
put that minute in reverse
quick decision to go swimming
keep you living on this earth  
If I could find lines
I would spit them in a verse
spitting image of your vision
would be finishing your work…...

If I could rewind time
put that minute in reverse
quick decision to go swimming
keep you living on this earth  
If I could find lines
I would spit them in a verse
spitting image of your vision
would be finishing your work…..
Final Thoughts
indelible ink  Mar 2014
Focusing
indelible ink Mar 2014
Focus on one thing and the rest fades away.
And that's the first step i take to get away.
From you and the memories that try to make there way.
Through my mind , and my heart
all the way
they try to stay
I push them
They come back!
Staring me to back
from this crackhouse !
House that you and me build
Made of distance
And now guilt
mari Mar 2020
we are the champion kids,
mean starry-eyed gangster babies,
fresh from the trailer park;
soaking up diamanté danger
in glittering pink sequin bikinis
and rhinestone cowboy hats.
sunset swinging boricua gold hips,
robbers dripping virginal deceit as
'nilla ice cream coats fruit punch lips,
sighing softly under neon moonlight
as we stumble through camelot,
drunk off the fumes of the city.

hollywood heavenly stars light up
our flesh and the fake palm trees
at the 76, a true downriver delight.
degenerate beauty queens beaten blue
by cinema kings craving insanity
and perfection in sweet cocaina lines,
selling our souls to weekly devils
for a big shot of treasure trove ***.

chain-smoking cigarettes because he
called me his pretty little gangster baby;
lazily watching him fly through traffic,
i love his rollercoaster disco mind.
falling in and falling out of the world,
floating across the sparkling nebulae
as he waves his pistol and blue paper
in my face, hoping i'll awaken from
dope saturated celluloid dreams.
praying my baby will come back to me
from the crackhouse down the street;
she smiles to the world, but i can see
the tear stains on her golden cheeks.
wyoming street with the disco queens
hillbilly jim and dizzy rascal singing sweet
this trailer trash land is paradise to me
AJ Farruco  May 2019
Debt.
AJ Farruco May 2019
Ghostfaced overkiller/
I put the sin in sincerity/
Cast the last million stones/
Let's rock like ***** & GOMORRAH/
Birdman, on the windowsill/
Launch a nuclear war/
Head on fire - NEVER LOOK BACK/
Running with scissorhands, blunted/
Wet paperbag gloves/
Chasing serpent tail forever/
So caught up in yourself, that/
You didn't notice the climate change/
Sweating ice in a feverdream/
Friends & family are gone/
You're all alone... THIS IS MANIA/
Shattered nerve clusterbomb/
My primary emotion is sadness/
Disguised as anger; explosive synapses/
Living in an elephant graveyard/
I snap like Thanos, and don't marvel/
Verse as horcrux/
TATTERED SOUL JOURNALIST/
Stitching together a forked tongue/
Forcing my demons to talk "normal"/
It just sounds so unnatural/
And the voices are NOT HAPPY/
I didn't listen for one month/
But prepared an epic mudbath/
Purification is a holiday/
Get out of rehab/
Go straight to the crackhouse.../

I'M NOT GONNA FAKE IT/
JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER/
I'M NOT GONNA FAKE IT/
JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER/
I'M NOT GONNA FAKE IT/
JUST TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER/

I'm a failure; thanks for asking/
Keeping it real is mad expensive/
And I'm broke./
© + ® A.J. Farruco, 31/05/2019.
croob  Apr 2018
unreal estate
croob Apr 2018
you count our money
with shaking hands
we've got enough
to live comfortably
but not enough
to be better
"I've never had to live like this,"
haha
all right
come on, the realtor is not your therapist,
and by the looks of the off-color carpet this is not our house

"the pool was misshapen."
what about the other one
"kitchen too small."
what about
"can't afford it."
ha ha
well
ok, the tires cut into the road as we head on
the next one, you say, will be ‘lit’

hey, look
that ones for sale
"the crackhouse?"
uh no the normal
the normal house
"bad neighborhood,"
wow
must be hard
being
so good all the time
“i just want this to feel like a home!”
ha ha
well
i just want
a divorce at this point
Chandy Sep 2022
Man, woman, child
No matter the deck, your cards are void
I am to blame, the child of the future you destroyed
Every day, I apologize
But no actions cure my infection
Long ago pandemic
Becomes endemic
My complacency
Crippled all of us
Those who spoke about justice
Refer to "just us"
How can I live in bliss?
Who can claim that?
Will today be the time
Of disgraces?
I see darkness in the light
On their faces
Today is another mode
Of applications
Today, if I died
The cycle would never end
World is a crackhouse
Distributed by the top
Even when the head falls
The struggle never stops.

— The End —