#guacamole - Hello Poetry

Minding my own business Hanging out with Irène I heard “you’re perfect”! What does this mean? Don’t think much of myself Bumpy hard skin, scars a plenty Someone thinks I’m awesome Fine with me just let em I had to be cut open and gutted To see my true beauty Had to say goodbye to Brad Been there for me, it was his duty Look how beautiful we are Irène! Creamy, soft, luscious to the taste I’m so happy we are in the bowl Did I just hear many yells of praise Grown men with helmets on Throwing around a ball Everyone wants some of us Yelling at their screens over a call Who’s that Irène? He’s something! That’s Chip! He’s handsome I say Strong perfectly salty and built I hope I can meet him today Now it’s me and Chip forever Irène set her own sights At this Super Bowl party Crunchy smooth love at first of many bites

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Jan 31, 2020

Jan 31, 2020 at 12:38 AM UTC

MrsTimetable

Me, Irene, Brad and Chip

Minding my own business Hanging out with Irène I heard “you’re perfect”! What does this mean? Don’t think much of myself Bumpy hard skin, scars a plenty Someone thinks I’m awesome Fine with me just let em I had to be cut open and gutted To see my true beauty Had to say goodbye to Brad Been there for me, it was his duty Look how beautiful we are Irène! Creamy, soft, luscious to the taste I’m so happy we are in the bowl Did I just hear many yells of praise Grown men with helmets on Throwing around a ball Everyone wants some of us Yelling at their screens over a call Who’s that Irène? He’s something! That’s Chip! He’s handsome I say Strong perfectly salty and built I hope I can meet him today Now it’s me and Chip forever Irène set her own sights At this Super Bowl party Crunchy smooth love at first of many bites

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If I were to say about my day There need only three words And three words only Such an outburst of profanity, but they keep me away from insanity So if you ask me "How was your day?", there'd only be three words for me to say; Holy Moly Guacamole :D

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Sep 19, 2019

Sep 19, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC

Xantia

How's Your Day?

If I were to say about my day There need only three words And three words only Such an outburst of profanity, but they keep me away from insanity So if you ask me "How was your day?", there'd only be three words for me to say; Holy Moly Guacamole :D

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Okay, It goes like this you see. 10pm, on a late thursday evening. I was sweating like a ****** in church. I grabbed my armbands and turned on the shower. It was cold as ice to the touch, but begun to warm up eventually. Thank god my wife remembered to turn the geezer on or else I was going to slap a ***** create waves of flesh on that ugly *** face of hers. Anyway. After stripping down to my birthday suit, I popped on some shampoo and spreaded that **** in my hair. Creating a burning sensation, tingly, like ants crawling in my head. Suddenly I was smacked like an unwanted child by the smell of burnt toast in the air, with the shampoo still sitting in my hair. I turned around and right before me, something was coming out of the plug hole, like something out of a b-rated horror movie. Looking like my wife's homemade cooking, **** was alive, and then it lunged at me. I tell you, if it was not for those Tom Cruise movies lecturing me in the art of total *** kicking, I would be a dead naked man with armbands in a tub, being eaten by the unholy guacamole. You gotta believe me, when I tell this story, This was not all in my head, You can't just write off what I have said. I know it must sound insane, But a mexican's lunch crawled out of the drain, I beat it's *** like a drum, like Lars Ulrich at a metallica concert , and sent the **** back down the hole it crawled out of. The devil wanted to bring me down to the deep end, It is a good thing I bought my arm bands.

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC

MisfitOfSociety

Unholy Guacamole

Okay, It goes like this you see. 10pm, on a late thursday evening. I was sweating like a ****** in church. I grabbed my armbands and turned on the shower. It was cold as ice to the touch, but begun to warm up eventually. Thank god my wife remembered to turn the geezer on or else I was going to slap a ***** create waves of flesh on that ugly *** face of hers. Anyway. After stripping down to my birthday suit, I popped on some shampoo and spreaded that **** in my hair. Creating a burning sensation, tingly, like ants crawling in my head. Suddenly I was smacked like an unwanted child by the smell of burnt toast in the air, with the shampoo still sitting in my hair. I turned around and right before me, something was coming out of the plug hole, like something out of a b-rated horror movie. Looking like my wife's homemade cooking, **** was alive, and then it lunged at me. I tell you, if it was not for those Tom Cruise movies lecturing me in the art of total *** kicking, I would be a dead naked man with armbands in a tub, being eaten by the unholy guacamole. You gotta believe me, when I tell this story, This was not all in my head, You can't just write off what I have said. I know it must sound insane, But a mexican's lunch crawled out of the drain, I beat it's *** like a drum, like Lars Ulrich at a metallica concert , and sent the **** back down the hole it crawled out of. The devil wanted to bring me down to the deep end, It is a good thing I bought my arm bands.

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The time may come for a maker’s mark Heeding way for a grimacing stark. For what is shown upon the nights embark; Encumbering loneliness, Waiting, quietly, in the dark. Gently leaning on a stoop of decay Tar-filled hearts rest, Waiting, patiently, For the light of day.

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Jan 8, 2015

Jan 8, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC

jake-griffith

Maker's Mark

The time may come for a maker’s mark Heeding way for a grimacing stark. For what is shown upon the nights embark; Encumbering loneliness, Waiting, quietly, in the dark. Gently leaning on a stoop of decay Tar-filled hearts rest, Waiting, patiently, For the light of day.

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