The Knock-Knock Man.
I'm the Knock-Knock Man. When you're upset I can lend a hand, cause the Knock-Knock Man is who I am. When your luck's gone down, and got you feelin' blue, I'll say "Knock-Knock." and you say, "Who?" You'll get the joke once you understand, no one ever laugh's with the Knock-Knock Man.
An ode to bad knock-knock jokes.
A quick knock on wood
Pondering if I should Knock again in case The first one was in haste
I don't know why I wrote this haha
Whoever taught you to lie did an excellent job
What it is that makes you so authentic is your total sincerity To be lonely awhile might knock some sense into you I would like to see you lie then
Why do we end up like our parents?
i heard a strange knock at my door
and when i looked through the peephole i saw a thousand men felled and an altar of mountains laid out like your favorite spread at thanksgiving dinner those who have and those who will bleeding battles for borders of ink on arms of those unknown who would they have met if they met you in sunless skies and faux oases?
not sure if this is finished
e ready to be locked outside I am scared of all things that are happening I keep all the doors and windows closed I'd rather be alone inside please do not knock knock, knock who is there?
the furious knock
your pain seeps through the wood each thump restarting the rhythm of my heart anxious feet the carpet caressing the soles of my feet glued in place, hesitant to follow the light on your face the cracking of voices, the water in eyes pain is a present on my doorstep
Block’s off Have you seen those have not’s Walk walk talk talk Throw it up or not not Tater tots in train socks Hit you with their rocks soft Kick you round the house party Whip you out the dog park Bark bark Hot tar Feather pardoned Hard scars Mop mop Drop chopped Bodies in the saw dust Knock knock. Sound up Ground off.
We live on the same street,
but you anit nothing like me, This isn't a 12A, The kids in this will **** you for disrespecting the other side of the street.. Eternal outlaws, as kids we knocked and run each others doors.. But i knock your door, you lucky if you survive, the third knock that is off the safety... A hole fills your vacant look, holes at the front, smudges that cant clean off your regrets.. I'll knock your memory into the past.. mothers will cry.. but you'll never realise that we aren't just one street. But you look at me wrong, I'll knock some sense into your frame.. Bruised moments.. You cross my gaze, my street… I'll make the black vison of bow heads grace the road.. But you'll not see, your the one closed eyed, while others weep...