#metropolitan
Девушка с шикарным задом
Зашла в покой Сарданапала,
За дверью неприглядно пала:
— А ну, на четвереньки встать!
И в этом кружеве — напалмом —
В упряжку бала запрягал он
Всех тех, что с миленьким ебалом:
— Так ты — ебать или копать?
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
Everyone’s the same
on the bus
Yes everyone’s the same
on the bus
Rich or poor
either or
everyone’s the same
on the bus
The bus is not
about character
one could be brave
or one could be meek
nor is it about where
you’re headed
and if you’re going
to shout or to sneak
and if it isn’t about
where you’re headed
then it isn’t about
where you’ve been
and it isn’t about
what you’ve done
and it isn’t about
what you’ve seen
Everyone’s the same
on the bus
Yes everyone’s the same
on the bus
Weak and tough
Posh and rough
Everyone’s the same
on the bus
On the bus
none of it matters
a man could be
in sickness
or in health
on the bus
he is simply going
from one place
To somewhere else
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 9:02 AM UTC
the surprisingly sweetest clementine
2016
amidst
the marble and stone pillars
of the museum's fifth avenue grand hall,
a woman grows faint and woozy,
and the Egyptian artifacts five thousand years old,
re-proved as reusable, sustainable,
as leaning-against-posts
for the dizzy
the boyfriend well familiar
with dehydration side effects,
from pocket pulls a natural pill of
a sweet clementine,
restoring the well
to the good
she marvels at
how came I
to place a survival kit in my
coat pocket?
smiling, he confesses
his fondness for
providing
for all her needs,
known and unknown
even carries an inventory,
with back ups to back ups,
assorted sundries,
he calls it,
proving his point too well,
reaching into the other
pocket and offering
yet another,
a second helping
for his,
oh my darling,
sweetest clementine
she, undecided,
laugh or cry,
both equally attractive amazement solutions,
says only:
I love you for reasons,
known and unknown,
now,
take me home
for reasons
now known,
and others,
as of yet,
most happily,
unknown
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
When the sky sheds tear
and the up-creek of the city water
ripples beneath your shoes
this and the green man
flings you forth
onto pattering stone.
you bob with the other umbrellas
I wonder what its like for them
to see a sea of beautiful rainfall
and the creatures, hiding beneath -
too weak to take it.
They move like a sea as if one,
despite each having their own trajectory
marching as if they chose it.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
neon lights
skyscrapers
busy streets
blank faces
empty pockets
innocence lost
in thin air.
overturned truck
honking cabs
bumber to bumper
broken rib
missing tooth
bruised eye.
rotten flesh
distant shadows
scattered bullets
cardboard signs
wailing women
hushed tones.
pinch of salt
freshly squeezed lime
shot glass
vape juice
white cloud
euphoria.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
The great New York metropolitan
stretching its vibrancy
trafficking its wears.
Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments
habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating
Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor
This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks,
for miles
The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano
and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat
Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle
Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues;
vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women
Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small
blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Come with me for a ride
Don’t even try to hide
It’s going to be a weekend getaway
Destination being Baltimore all the way
It will be the highway and us
Seeing Baltimore is a must
I am staying at my Uncle’s house
I am not married and have no spouse
My cousin drove his motorcycle
He wanted to take me for a ride
So I actually rode with my Cousin on his motorcycle
We rode through Downtown Baltimore and back
I was capturing a breeze through the helmet
Observing the crazy drivers attempting to drive
Then there was some with their mind in there own strive
I arrived back at my Uncle’s house in tack
Baltimore was fund and the weekend was young.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC