#crass
I could never coin such an admirable alliteration,
I could never be accused of such a wow~allegation,
crass is truly bad *** and though I grew up, matured,
in a street of greed where crass was an elective everyone
elected, less they be laughed at for being a nice guy,
I survived by being secretly a nice guy (shhhhhhh!)
but nonetheless, or all the more, why I never caught
the cruelty required to finale stab to death your enemies,
who were already prostate from the grief of defeat,
and how I got a grade of Incomplete in the ivy business school
that mistakenly let me in, in the most popular course offered:
Characteristics of the Billionaire Personality 101
in the class catalogue or just colloquially know as:
10^{9}
ten to the power of 9
which is how one writes
a billion in mathematical notation.
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
a rider there found the lore
and envision his plan
though surely a wire tell
and fine her in her skull
a minute's worth of plaintiff
while they meet rhetorical
and anchor a horse feather
this bar between hither
with Pegasus dimly lighted
and Chisholm Trail afoot
wholly charm a spirit together
in a kiss of extraordinary measure
that a yellow sky glitter
under the stars tonight
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
I am not a writer. I just write.
I am neither a poet.
I just want to drift and become a poem
And you will write me without complexity.
You see I am just a prose
IRREGULAR
and
ORDINARY
Still you see my beauty - loud and trenchant.
Your hands mapping out the verses of my skin
As I feel the warmth of the words I wanted to hear
From those lips I have kissed.
Your thoughts lithesome as they sashayed on ink and paper.
I can see how you etched my flesh like scars I wanted to bare in their own nakedness
For I have been a savage for too long that I want to be something you ignite with a touch
I do not write.
No, monsieur
I do not.
I cannot.
You see me and read my like a poetry when I am simply a prose
You looked through my soul
Loved me beyond all of my flaws.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
i find
that the word ****
is a poetic word.
**** you"
is harsh
rude
and
brash.
**** me"
is ******
crass
and
not classy.
**** it"
means a lot,
like ***** these ideas
***** what is thought.
I find
**** it
is a good phrase.
The other two
negative,
one that's positive
sometimes.
**** it,
implys a lot.
And in this case
it implied
forgetting
what the others
thought
and how others
saw
us.
-r.y.s
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC