#hahaha
There was a straight road
With a crooked line
The painter must have been drinking to much wine
He giggled and he laughed
As he painted to the right and to the left
Then he stopped and took a deep breath
Opening his mouth
He smiled as he puffed out his chest
Feeling he had passed all of life’s little tests
He looked out over his work
Some of his finest
Some of his best
He said with a sly smirk
This here is the road to nowhere
it goes nowhere fast
Please take your time when traveling it
So you don’t fall and break your ***
The moral of the story is……..
Never let the road to Nowhere have the last laugh
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC
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I hope you dont know
That im not laughing
On the inside
I'm only laughing
Because I don't want you to know
How messed up
I truly am
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 4:39 PM UTC
I write by closing my eyes and scribbling on a napkin. Then I flip it upside down and whatever it initially looks like becomes the subject of my thoughts...
I dream in doodles
Now it all makes sense
Oct 20, 2022
Oct 20, 2022 at 12:50 PM UTC
You Keep me blinder and blinder with your love,
With your light,
Making me feel that I worth something in this world,
For the world we work'nd fight until we realise the world doesn't give a **** about what we do,
Blinder and blinder about what you really do,
For me, for our future,
For your Kind...
Yes, my heart used to be true...
We fought together and alone for the world
But
The world doesn't give a **** about what we did or wanted to do.
The world doesn't give a **** about what you need, about what we did or didn't do...
To think that we all fought
(together and alone)
And for what?
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
Group think in unison disarray
morons looking for Camelot in mob's dive
we spoil for mind war but pray lend us our minds
in cloudy storms of magical red rains our brains were washed
to pristine white
Our masters tell us
its a remote affair so show us the moat
we will swim float and jump
masters says its a revolution
we are revved up but spare us the elocution
Some are saying this is mindless but we could not care less
though those wenches were careless
when they stole from the Moor
who was not from the moors in North York
A bright spark said its a vendetta of thieves
they cut of his tongue and said his brains had not
been washed proper
that he was calling a ***** a *****
yet the masters had taken our pitchforks and cudgels away
them dumb masters keeps on saying remote remote
and then control, control, then, power, power
now if you ask me fellow hicks in unison
this really is no time for **** roll
neither is it a time to go to the moat, what's it with this re moat
then they say its tower, tower
in Cromwells' name
are we being told to go via the moat for a **** roll in the tower
don't blame me they washed my brains a while ago.....
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
Eight days of seven are you lobster
Stop chains kissing bouquets
Lovely sting but punch less
But don’t stop
Please
I hate it
Ahahahaha
Front stabbing martyr I love you
Tighten my bindings whilst I take a ****
Done? Good. I’d be so grateful if you’d take the katana from the mouth of my daughter
As they say the plot worsens
But please, do tell me about your luxurious Judas cradle
Is it to your liking sir?
Roomy yes thank you
I’ll pay half
Ten out of five on pointless dot com.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
In the yard of useless noise
a hippo did a pirouette and farted
the elephant alongside ducked and
stuck up two fingers
the beached whale smiled and blew a trial of smoke
Bessie and Billy Bunter strolled up
as Big Nastie got out of his wagon
holding Gemma Collins who said
just call me the big GC
and all together
clutching bright red balloons
the clapped and clapped
and right in front the hippo waddled in black shorts
and declared
we've got our plump fingers on the triggers
to snigger at the ******* with snooker ***** for brains
for we even remind them how to taunt
in their houses of useless noise
where the useless worthless bullies crawl from
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
Look at Prince Charles' profile
see the high forehead and receding baldness
the jutting nose, a strong noble Grecian look
take a look at Prince William, same features
his is even more defined
so our plebs on the Clapham omnibus
declares quite seriously that
these lovely royal profiles resembles a horse
neigh, neigh do not scold the plebs
they see only what the lower plebs brains sees
and perhaps
because Royals have a strong historical link with Horses
a royal maiden had at one time taken a horse to bed
Come to think of it, Catherine The Great
Empress of Russia
reportedly did take a horse for a bit of jiggery porky
so maybe there's a bit of equine bloodline in all royal lineages
after-all the horse is considered a handsome proud and noble beast
So I embrace my horse ancestry and can also confirm
that I am packed as a horse in the lower region as well....
Any clean and disease-free female wanting a ride is welcomed
please contact me at Buck house and bring a big hat along
NO, not for my head...you silly twit......
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
They weren't born with a silver spoon
only an umbilical cord tied round their necks
alas this stopped enough oxygen getting to their brains
creating minds full of mumbo jumbo ideas and fantasies
and a bleeding wound that gives them pain without relief
reminding them all the time they are low and never good enough
cause they were born without a silver spoon on a dusty ***** track
It's a blemish that can never be erased
even with a million lucre they still feel small and stained
you can take them out of the manger not the shame out of them
they always believe and know that those others are better than them
with stunted-brains and raving-angst they never see the world right
its us and them burns the burning passions in conflicted sad minds
life long struggles for the struggle to find that silver spoon never had
Their leaders had a brilliant idea in time
mind without a silver spoon their brains always suspect
find all the silversmiths and **** them all and then nationalize silver
one called Stalin killed millions because he saw silver in their teeth
one Pol *** decided he saw silver in the educated and killed them all
this Chavez took all the silver and gave it all away now they are poor
and Fidel says we'll share equally but I and my brotha will only give
The Silver searchers in the some of the West
decided, we should just fight and talk and hold rallies and hate
all those born with the silver spoon must be punished to kingdom
but look says some, you can have silver if you only apply yourself
that's a trick says them of the befuddled minds and complexes bad
let's just be nuisances and hate and holler and torment and harass
Looking closely all their leaders had silver spoons but that's OK
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC
are you actually laughing?
did you fall of your seat because it was that funny?
or was it just a silent filler,
filling those awkward pauses just so you can start another conversation.
was it just an automatic response that doesn't have real meaning?
did it make you LOL
or ROFL?
i didn't think so.
it wasn't that funny.
-D.L
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
The clone walks and enjoys such wrongful adulation,
Urban myths, falsehoods, lies, such awful fabrications
Knowledge is power make sure its transmogrification
Smears and stench is vital to put our clone in isolation
Defamation and slander in abundance not in moderation
The real man looks awestruck at this nefarious transformation
Sees truth murdered and honesty and decency held in toxic strangulation
Humans have a greater propensity for lies, its has much richer fascination
Lower minds desires basic mental gratification not tedious logical education
They want no news about joy and do-gooders, more about sick disfiguration
The Real Man sees his unblemished life soiled and tainted to sorrowful extinction
To look innocently becomes wantonly ********** women and gals, a ridiculous insinuation
Innocent speech to primed recipients takes on salacious unintended
bent and corrosive modifications
His just and precise actions mangled and their gross interpretations begets their erroneous illustrations
Clone now walks with character traits and form far from nothing like The Real Man's true disposition
Then news by lovers now state the Man is the best ever ***** passions without constatation
Not one or two or three ex loves now talks of a smooth hard soft Dolphin and swimming in hot magical elation
Passion, style, rhythm, rock and roll unsurpassed in lustful cool sexxy celebrations
Alas, We can't damage this real prowess so just demonize and ********* and ruin his physical reputation
Talk dirt, turds, talk stupidly about water and no ***** angry little men scream and stomped in exasperations
Well, Clone shares same as the Man's famed ding **** and even though hated lives in some females imaginations
And became a guilty secrets and fantasy lover for some knowing ladies when in relaxations
Think of that Charismatic clone with that magnificent hard pole close and tight in amourous actions
All ready a bone of envy and dread for their menfolk, their worst fears now lives in their women's vivid minds realisations
My clone now makes sweet passionate love with my tool to different moisty **** ladies with my deft cool moves in delightful motions.
While the real Man is banned to loneliness and sentenced to involuntary abstention
My lucky clone is rampantly ******* licking and ******* in fantasy lands from imaginations to vivid imaginations
There you go Clone..Yeah!..move it..darling, yah! move it!....that's it! Wow!!...Oh..Oh...Oh.....,!
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
mornings brew a coffee-colored universe:
milky way of latte mixes,
spiral galaxies whirl on the caffeine-intoxicated mug
ground beans fell like the Geminid showers,
the aroma danced with rising planets,
and swirling reverse black hole of sweet bitterness lets you taste warmth and satisfaction.
like a shot of caffé espresso,
i would never think twice drinking:
though it scorches the mouth
i'll take the stellar influx,
just give you the taste of heaven
that the cosmic dreams only had.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
Her name was Peg
I now know just why
she liked to amaze her man
with a small surprise
in her bed to demonstrate
the mischief in her eyes
******** and where to go
her fingers tease, and pry
I've never been there before
but let me tell you true
anally she liked too feel too see
just what a massage
could and wouldn't
do
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
"how old are you"
we slapped her
with
mean
when she
asked
me
i
am
more
than when
she asked
?
...
..
.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Those West Texas *******
Sure look pretty good to me,
On the way back home,
to Nashville Tennessee.
I don't wanna hang out,
to the east, west, south or north.
Gonna write me a song,
swingin on my front porch.
Crickets sing in the background,
while feet stomp this here oak,
Pass me the slide and I'll take you on down the road.
My woman says I drink too much, and I agree with her,
Tie the devil round the bottle, make me a fishin' lure.
This Road's mighty hard on poor souls, especially the likes of me,
Take your candid pictures now, drown your worries down by the sea.
From where I stand today,
At sixty three years old,
I've lived twice the life,
of any man I've ever known.
No makeup, I got real scars,
All from after hour bars.
Read my poetry palms girl,
tell me If I'm near or far.
Played every stop along the way,
Sometimes got out for free.
Look at this face child,
Don't reckon I owe a fee.
Leaving those West Texas *******
easier than it seems,
Gettin' back to my front porch is where I Wanna be.
_trf WPbumblefoot
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
in the timbre of my voice after six ounces of bacardi and red bull,
in the gnawing of my stomach's hunger when my mind is empty,
in the curve of my abdomen as your hand rests upon it,
in the salt of my tears on nights when your rejection is too much, too much.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
I'm sorry if I'm not her
I'm sorry if I'm not like your past lover
I'm sorry if I misunderstood the things you said to me
I wasn't enough, at least I tried to be
You'd always choose them over me
I think I'm just too blind to see
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
why are the thoughts back
they arent supposed to be back
i dont want them
please go away
go away
AWAY
i just want to be poisoned
because i am poison
and i crave poison
the narcissist
i need to see my crystal clear reflection
that is disarmingly toxic
and delicious
oh my poison
my sweet poison
on my lips
i swallow you
swallow
swallow the truth
the truth is
i am gone
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
cigarettes drowned
with two phones
glasses snapped
girl’s gone
everyone’s off to Brooklyn
beat off in bed
and a bottle of wine
Ha!
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC