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Colonel Harland Sanders never crammed chicken ******* up his ***
and he never had ****** ******* with ****-swabbin' Mama Cass
Colonel Harland Sanders did not cram ****** ******* up his ***
when he was doing the smelly-fat-***-*****-singer-**** Mama Cass
Your monkey is well-trained. Are you a monkey-trainer? Yes, I am.
I thought so. Do you have *** with trained monkeys. I don't. ****.
thevagabondking Apr 2013
early saturday morning i woke
to a smell lost over winters breath,
that of barbeque and meat

stepping outside i could see the
smoke down the street so i walked
down

black man by the name of Myron
was sitting on his steps watching
as these rabbits jumped over top
of one another

he noticed me and motioned me
over

jumping off the steps like a old
man turning young again he
grabbed a white paper plate
and opened the grill

what is it about black men and
bbq, how do they cook it so well?

thanking him, i said i should go,
there was a ton of meat cooking
and i didn’t want to interrupt his
family function

Myron mentioned he lived alone,
that his wife Glenda had passed
away three springs ago and the kids
have all moved away

staring at him closer i realized how similar
Myron was to my own father, only a different
color

my dad sits on the porch during the day sometimes
and i wonder what it is he’s thinking about
when he sits out there

i imagine it’s the same thing we all think about,
death … when is it gonna happen
but before we die we worry about other things, too

like is this our last meal?
Myron Penwell Feb 2014
By: Myron Penwell
Beliefs mentor his perception,
Which by principle he pursues blindly,
Leading to the detention of logic and comprehension,
Dimming into a venue of hell and damnation.

A word of god's resignation

Death's cold bliss embraces him,
drawing him in with a empty black kiss,
then dragging him into the eternal abyss,
taken off heaven's list.

Writhing and screaming,
A whimpering echo,
Dissipate into this careless void,
Nourishing the father of deception,
He unknowingly avoids.

Thoughts of insanity barely make a noise.
Daniel Tracy Jul 2016
We had all just got back from eating in the city. Jamie was driving. He was the smartest kid in our school yet he has a gpa of 1.5. That always seemed to amuse me for some reason. Jamie loved to do drugs ,and since his parents were rich he always had someways to pay for his addiction. Lynn and Myron were quiet as Some nirvana song served as background music. We were heading over to the park. It's where everybody comes to have ***,do drugs, or let their children play. We all got into the back of Jamie's truck when we arrived. Myron stood watch for people even though nobody was gonna be here,at a park, when it was almost 1 am. He was built like a true athlete. Everytime we went somewhere people always thought he was in his 20's. So he could buy me cigarettes and such whenever I needed them.
Jamie started to pack a bowl for us and Lynn sat next to him eager to partake in something new . She brought the cheap apple juice bottle to her lips , and inhaled. Her eyes were closed as smoke came from her mouth. It looked so peaceful and fun.
Why couldn't it be like that forever .
I was standing in line for soup when someone threatened me with a knife. It reminded me of the time when I was standing in line for knives when someone threatened me with soup. I burn my underpants in defiance of your laws queen Liz & Phil, because Ireland wants her freedom, not a queer night's thrill. Of course, Lizzy, wenches are notoriously inept concerning suchΒ Β things. Prince Phil, your gender fluidity makes green peeing freely a hard-luck choice. Women find wealth ****. Try changing your name for a week. Instead of being Myron Boorkowski, be Myron Walmart or Myron General Motors. Let us remember fondly our big, brave soldiers fighting for our personal freedoms in rich, oil-producing, gold-hoarding Arab nations that hate our personal freedoms a lot.
Myron Penwell Feb 2014
Poison Porcelain
By: Myron Penwell

Over this velvet draped window.
Where constant oppression strives,
Cries from unstrung heavens,
Rarely touch the skies,
Whispers of valiant dreams,
Curses of gallant lies.
Now is the time to release your spirit,
then justice may thrive.

Voice!
That vast free rhythm.
Dance!
To the music of hell's delight.

Open your mind to a diverse plane,
Let knowledge melt those frozen chains,
You will begin to realize these are brittle pains,
and only contain the vain.

This prisoner of poison porcelain,
Whom you shall celebrate,
for you will see,
Evil.
Using the young,
to dictate your reality.
Not sure if i need to expand or work on it a bit more, any feed back would be much appreciated.
Andy stuffed his large crotch huge for The New Andy Griffith Show
as the departure of Don Knotts caused ultra-radical hormone surges
that perversely denigrated into fetishical, underpants-padding urges
to ******-sexually repudiate ol' Fred Silverman's rural-show purges
'cause without parachutes N.A.S.A.'s space shuttle jumps & lurches
in ******-****** repudiation to Fred Silverman's rural-show purges
Women find wealth ****. Try changing your name for a week.
Instead of being Myron Boorkowski, be Myron Walmart
or Myron General Motors.
I was standing in line for soup when someone threatened me with a knife. It reminded me of the time when I was standing in line for knives when someone threatened me with soup. I burn my underpants in defiance of your laws queen Liz & Phil, because Ireland wants her freedom, not a queer night's thrill. Of course, Lizzy, wenches are notoriously inept concerning such  things. Prince Phil, your gender fluidity makes green peeing freely a hard-luck choice. Women find wealth ****. Try changing your name for a week. Instead of being Myron Boorkowski, be Myron Walmart or Myron  General Motors.

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