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Edna Sweetlove Sep 2015
Nobody loves a fairy when's he's fifty
Nobody likes a fairy, old and grey;
And no one loves a bumboy when he's sixty
Wanking in a toilet, fat and gay.

And when a fairy gets as old as seventy
He can't get rough trade any more
And if he finally makes it through to eighty
His dilated **** will be very sore.
Cha00z Jul 2015
I know I'm ******* at poetry
But I don't care
I just writes what I can
No matter where

I'm no good with words
Nor I am with the mop
But if it makes me feel better
Then why should I stop

It takes my mind off
Once I write what I want
Then once I finish
I can just change the font

This makes me happy
So just let me be
You can think what you like
I'll still be me
Oh Jesus loves you?
Bet he can't make you scream
PrttyBrd May 2015
In this world of refuse
Disposable items outweigh disposable income
5315
10w
Sombro Feb 2015
Can you laugh at jokes about ***?
Good, you pass the test.
Can you sit and not grow sore?
Good, you're perfect.

Can you be pumped full of *******
And not choke?
Excellent,
You're our kind of superhuman.

Don't look outside.
You're with me now,
And with me
You never have to think.

We're behind the box
Putting no effort in
And leading your lives
With jokes and yokes.
I'm one of those people who hate television.
RH 78 Jan 2015
Frost
Dark
Aching belly
Aching back
Eat
Stretch
That's better!

What shall I wear?
Go informal I tell myself
Blend in.

Ok.
I think it's time to leave for work.

Don't forget to lock the door
Don't forget your phone

**** I forgot to put out the *******!
RH 78 Jan 2015
So much waste.
When will it stop.
Too many people letting it drop.
Streets full of litter.
******* galore.
Crisp packets cigarette butts.
All over the floor.
Think before you throw.
The ******* piles will grow and grow.
ruby stains Jan 2015
i am not a poet.

i do[can]not {will[can]not, is
what i'll do} write about the way the ******* trees bow in the ::deep-bone-ache-inducing:: wind like tranquil hummingbirds on a warm spring morn;"<could if i would>

i do[can]not {absolutely will[can]not, you know?} write about how i feel or how my heart broke or how my heart skipped or stopped or tumbled from my chest;'would if i coul d

i do[can]not {trust me when i say
i do[can]n't, please do} write about the
way i carry my life because i

f/abri..cat e a(n}
d cottonise and wrap my words in carbonated silk and polyest
er because i am no more than two twiddling thumb;s and too many cups of tea.

//subcons
ciously apart of the 98%
and counting, is what i am.
//

::i spit lines at three am and shoot out'a bed with my lips moving with preprocessed words kissing my breath yet i forget more than half of it before i reach the pen and my skin::

[couldn't]i[be]am[even]not[if]a[i]poe,t.[tried]
veidmainystė : hypocrisy in lithuanian I form
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