I got a new tattoo and it looks like you Bad news I did it to myself and forgot what you look like So I drew a snake and gave it thighs ten blue horns and spider eyes tank tread legs with chainsaw arms flea store hips and barn door heart Dang near two **** yards a mile filthy ankles ***** smile Same old taste of rugs and wire makeshift facelift cardboard style
i was brought up to
read books and play the violin i am from the heart of the world you know a place among thieves a place among business aspirations a place among the pines actually like a postcard however someday a clan of gory icy determined men came into town men who took up residence between pines and a business park buildings were built by the men of the clan: golden paint giant offices porsches lambos maybachs gory icy determined men had come into town yelling in strange terms: brate hajde jebi se unexpected assassinations executions of local mobsters ****** threats on judges jebi se! brate hajde old methods new turf a war began clan against mob murderer against murderer man against man this place where i lived this place among pines turned into a war zone year 2019 corners packed with hordes willing to die armed with machetes pump actions rocket launchers tanks this place where i lived this place among pines turned into a war zone year 2019
I used to watch Thomas the Tank Engine as a child,
now it's called Thomas the Train. I have pictures with Thomas the Tank Engine, not Thomas the Train. I love Thomas the Tank Engine, not Thomas the Train. Why did they change it to Thomas the Train? He's a tank engine... He's Thomas the Tank Engine.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
they will not live
they do not live as I stare at the tank, willing, hoping, praying for motion nothing they say the third time's the charm we reassure each other as we pour the remains away so many regrets on choosing brine shrimp my initial joy in the lab goes down the drain with the dead brine shrimp
Men, boys really, subject to the will of their government.
Young, virile, the perfect soldier. Ready to have his humanity ground away. No matter the location to be airdropped into, War will be there to erode his sanity, even his own morals. The loved ones he held so dear back home. Now fly and flutter out the windows opening. No matter the nation, the man, the morals, the goal, The soldier will always be the one. Who greases the great wheels of war, With their sweat blood and decay. With the kings and dictators, Presidents and prime ministers, All vying to win a war, While sitting in their ivory towers. Barking out orders to generals to be barked in turn to peons. This shall go on for eons of millennia As it always has. ©BAS
I am not fond of any luxury car,
So they gave me a Company car, A 16-wheeled armoured car! 'Tis indeed a very rough ride, High above the ground is its ride, Enemies are so afraid of my ride!
My HP Poem #1362
The outside is blue
And shaped like a bowl Perhaps a tank Perhaps the air I am breathing Is water I float in space No, I swim I am not a human being I am a fish in a tank. --Eleanor Rigby