#bandit
I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.
He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time for that crap!"
I'm Buford T. Justice and I'm a bubblegum machine.
I'm the best sheriff that the state of Texas has ever seen.
I've been chasing a man who calls himself the Bandit.
He frustrates me so **** much that I can't stand it.
I've tried and tried but he's somebody who I can't catch.
He drives 110 miles per hour, I've finally met my match.
When I starred in the 3rd Bandit movie, the Bandit turned out to be fake.
My idiotic son and I will catch the real Bandit no matter what it takes.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
emblazoned on the gang's coat of arms
was the following logo
we fight without any principles
for we are of the very low
***** tactic achieve our ends
and we take pride
in the way we trample all over
the much politer tends
stray not into the areas
that we patrol and control
as our thuggery will
hammer a robust toll
our triumphs are legendary
across many a land
we've a history in employing
the grubbiest hand
one qualification which is essential
when joining our accord
that's to be a bandit capable
of playing the foul sword
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Bad like a habit, we had to have it, I can't stand it, it's just like gold to a bandit.
Well you take, what you get, when you do what you do.
It's okay, I won't give up on you.
Don't you fret, bout the mess, you don't have to wear armor.
No more, no more my amour.
~^~~^~
And when all is said and done, and we are both long gone,
Lord knows you were the only one.
And when all is said, then undone, fights we lost, or we won.
They'll know we just liked having fun playing with guns.
Playing with guns.
Put it down, pick it up, breathe again, take a plunge.
Holes in these eyes, and this skin, I see you naked, now don't give in.
And you fell how you fell, I understand that you feel down.
Freedom and prison don't mix very well, do they now?
~^~~^~
And when all is said then done, and we are both long gone,
I can't wait to see what we become.
Old souls, ghosts or angels, supernova-omegas.
They knew we just liked having fun playing with guns.
Making big bangs playing with guns.
Having fun playing with guns,
We're just having fun playing with guns.
Having fun playing with guns,
I know we're not the only ones.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
*She had no fear of God;
Painting smiles on park
Benches, she'd chip wise,
Wistful words into wood.
Or perhaps she'd write
In the street with chalk;
And straddle the lines,
Waiting for when fate
Would come rumbling by.*
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC