she spoke to me without parting lips
these words are cheap imitation
mere glances of
a passing smile.
Quando para mucho mi amore de felice corazón
Mundo paparazzi mi amore chicka ferdy parasol
Cuesto obrigado tanta mucho que canite carousel
Come under the shadow of this moon rock—
Come in under the shadow of this moon rock,
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at sunrise wetting the bed,
Or your shadow at dusk falling down the stairs:
I will show you fear in a handful of gummy bears.
April is the cruellest month, said
Only one person ever, who is now dead.
Leck mich im Arsch.
The topsical, wopsical,
(Have you a popsicle?)
And is sometimes called
A hairless cat because of that.
(imitated from Patricia Lockwood’s **** Joke)
The woman joke isn’t something you choose.
The woman joke is something you get used to.
The woman joke it almost becomes your livelihood.
Remember when you were little, boys had cooties, but so did girls. Imagine what would happen today if you said boys had cooties-
You’ll hear the woman joke when you’re way too young. The ones telling the joke probably won’t realize that the joke they’re telling isn’t a joke at all. But girls have cooties and they always will.
You’ll grow up, but nothing will change.
The woman joke is now commonplace. The norm! How can a joke be so common normal? The only people who think the joke isn’t normal are women.
The woman joke is when even the President can make the joke without consequence.
But you can’t.
The woman joke is that if you make one, it suddenly isn’t funny anymore, men will look away in disgust, and other women will say you’re degrading them and yourself.
It’s just a joke, you’d say. Even though you knew it wasn’t.
The woman joke is an expected icebreaker at a party that you learn to laugh at. When you go home at night, you shake with rage but know there’s nothing you can do about it.
How can such a joke exist? Because you do.
Green tea chillin
Coolin like some villains
Feet on your dash
Hit a dab and we’re trippin
Ridin round bumpin “I pull up with a lemon”
And not cause he. Ain’t livin
But it’s a lowkey type feelin
And I might just catch feelings
Cause I’m in love with myself Nd
U have my image
***** dancing in the mirror
With my jewel toned lover
Wanna please you in the summer
Hot like the Bahamas
Fenty glowin in this heat
Sipping on guava
Don’t get me goin in this heat
Cause imma need a breather
Said lemme hit the ******
Ex flame wildin out
I knew he’d never keep her
Ex flame, cross his heart
I cut that Eddie scissors
Cuz I’m the Queen *****
The big b *****
The big bag wolf got his tail between his knees, *****
Go hard in the paint
Michelangelo his dreams, *****
And my chapel’s pristine
Don’t know who the **** Sistine is
But we’re green tea chillin
It’s a vibe, it’s a feelin
It’s a whole new way of livin
And we always make a killin
Got the summer stacks flowin
Bitty ***** always glowin
All my girls are wing-hoein
Some try to copy what I’m after
Don’t know who you tryna front always talkin louder
I got all my ******* tasting sweet and never sour
Eat it like Chiquita open her up like a flower
When I’m with Nikita we go rounds by the hour
I caresss her in the shower
She’s the smartest ***** I know, her tongue got superpowers
She don’t hit me all that frequent
But she knows that I mean it
When I tell her imma get it she gon feed when I’m eatin
She don’t give a **** if I slide for the weekend
Can I pick you up and take you out this evening?
Next time I see you gimme sugar
It’s proven therapeutic when you’re too nice with it and you look good in it
But better without it, so keep it unbuttoned
Only thing under wraps is our sensual lovin
Wait, did you cop wraps?
nottttr finisheddddd *sampled*
Imitation is NOT
the best form of flattery
when the imitator
gets credit for the idea.
Solemn sweet pipes of de o'gan
Heaven's music I've hyeahd play,
But I'll tell you somefin' truly
Certain ez is Judgement Day:
Angels present at de service
Ev'ry Sunday fo'd dey wings,
Fo'd dey wings an' listen quiet
When Malindy sings.
someone out in cyber-land
might just be
copying a poem which they'll
attribute to their own tee
have no qualms
on flagrantly stealing the lines
from genuine arms
when they take a fancy
to your brilliance of verse
they'll naff off with all or part of it
and stow it within their purse
piracy is rife around
online writing dales and dells
it's the pilfering of an authentic
author's heart and soul bells
they say that imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery
but an alternate opinion
would say plagiarists are bereft
of an original wordage battery