#pariah
China charges 1 million annually
For each panda in our zoos
If we won't pay in full
Then the pandas we will lose
Nasty Panda's the exception
No one wants him here or there
He was paid 1 million dollars
To abscond and disappear!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em
That black and white pariah
Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen
On smooshy mushy pulp papaya
I yelled for him to stop
And I told him where to go
Wink and laugh was all he did
With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!"
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
He hasn't bathed in ages
Masked by quarts of cheap cologne
His furry skin sweat-sticky
From the surface to the bone
Smelly cigar and ***** breath
Plus an air of upper-crust
Please keep your kids away
Cuz that nasty bear can cuss!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
If you meet up with Nasty Panda
Better turn around and run
You're bound to lose your money
And your wits before he's done
Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda
Cuz he likes the way things are
Don't forget to hide your keys
Else he'll drive off in your car!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's a scoundrel and a ***
He's such a nasty panda
~He's as nasty as they come
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He's gonna raise a stink
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He's much nastier than you think
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
Julia what a grievous injustice you did to me, a
Pariah you've create when you stole my heart; a
Messiah it's to me for it house my light Like
Jeremaiah the prophet I will lament with a
terrible sob; I will flood my cheeks with tears till my
miserable self follows sleep to the world of darkness. Oh!
Adorable Julia has flee with my merriment so no more
laughable cloud on my horizon only a memory of a
Fickle lover that stole my joy and flee within a
twinkle of an eye like the stars in the sky: what a
miracle it's she has left my soul behind I will
Buckle it up and give it to the company of my
solitude where he will reflect on past deeds and
attitude that makes other souls shook and recoil in
multitude because of the touch of evil darkness and the
magnitude of it in my empty pariah's heart and life.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC
I am a pariah. Some see me as a joke, some see me as a mystery, some see me as a hot mess. But they all see me and refuse to stop seeing me. They unforgivingly gape and gawk at me.
Everyone has their own version of the story, and I cannot tell you how many times I have been told that my version is wrong. They seem to forget that after all, it is my story, but then they remember, and then they stare.
The few people that I have left continue to attempt to explain that this will all blow over with time. It has been three months since the incident occurred. Three months of staring, stories, and acting as if I’m not hearing their versions. As if I’m not hearing them call me a **** As if I’m not hearing them say that I liked what he did to me. As if I’m supposed to sit there and act like their condolences are genuine and fake a smile, just for them.
At this point, I am unsure if they are even staring anymore. I am uncertain if it is all in my head, or if this is what my life will be now. I am unsure if I will ever be able to be just looked over again. I am unsure of myself and my choices and my thoughts. I don’t even know if they are mine anymore.
Sometimes I wish that I could implode and make a colossal scene, but then I remember that it would just make the stares last longer. So I sit there, stuck, having to take the stares and hear their stories and listen to my uncertainty. Because after all I am just another one of their stories, and subsequently I will eventually disappear again.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
I often feel a pariah,
Not quite like all the rest,
But I’ve come to the conclusion,
I might just be over stressed.
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
.
Slip your arm around him and smile,
tell her that she has beautiful style,
bring love and friendship to them all,
then stand back and watch them fall.
Shower compliments from way up high,
be with them all to laugh and cry,
share their pain and share their lives,
whilst in the darkness sharpening knives.
For rumours, and cursed words you weave,
behind the scenes, intent to deceive,
to bring them crashing to their knees,
and conquer that which has you displeased.
Then laugh until it hurts, somehow,
the means may have justified the ends,
but take a good look around you now,
you no longer have any more friends.
© Pagan Paul (25/03/17)
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
why do i always want
the wanton, the wicked?
when my mind wanders
it’s always a bad place
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Spewing hate as usual
Desperate for attention!
Creepy Duchebag rabbi
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Nobody wants to be alone
Me included
I hate seeing couples in public
I despise their constant PDA
The kissing.. the hugging.. the love
**** all of you
I don’t need to see that
Yet these feelings are only because of jealousy
The wanting to be that person
The desire to be loved
Here I am, on the other hand
Perched on a park bench
Watching people go by
Holding hands..
Sharing laughs..
Feels as if God is using them to smite me
To punish me for no reason
To chastise me for the things I’ve done
Maybe he’s right, for once..
Perhaps I should go home
But home isn’t the same anymore..
I’m going to the same thing every night
A meal, a shower, tv..
Then I say a prayer and get into bed
The bed that was once occupied by two
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
Lest you find yourself amongst the bones,
Mask your face and quiet your soul.
Flock in lines of the mundane and meek,
Zip your lips, peacful keep.
This genocide of individuality is perverting our kind, incestually.
Perfect patterns, mechanically, processed, soundly.
The flawed are pushed aside,
The individuals are boxed up, shipped out, Pariahs.
So, don your masks, one and all!
Suit up, and watch your sheeple fall.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Flash a smile
Or fake a laugh
And move on forward
Because it will all be in the past;
Someday.
Someway.
Somehow.
Before it's too late
And your emotions get the best of you
And your head stops spinning
From all of the thoughts that they fill it with
And the pain you can't hide
Anymore.
Without the evidence on your sleeves
How is anyone supposed to believe
That you're a mess on the inside of your head
And out?
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
So I sit alone.
So no one talks to me.
"How does that make you feel?"
What?
How do I feel?
I'm tired, exhausted...
I'm done.
I feel like jumping off the bridge that
Washed away over 6 months ago.
I feel like disappearing
Forever.
Is that good enough for you?
Is that a satisfactory answer?
I don't have friends.
"A lot of people say that"
Oh really?
A lot of people are isolated
For most of the day
Because their only true friend
Is two hours away?
I have clinical depression.
I take pills for it.
There. I said it.
Are you happy now?
Happy to know what's wrong with the
Girl who sits alone and doesn't talk to
Anyone...?
I have clinical depression.
And there's nothing I can do about it
But wait and try and
Hope
For someone to say
"It's okay. I'm here..."
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Hashtag done.
Hashtag I give up.
Hashtag tired.
Hashtag alone.
All we ever talk about anymore is hashtags and Instagram and texts and snapchat.
I'm done.
I miss the face to face contact.
The way someone's eyes light up or dim down in reaction to something.
I miss the way your hand feels when you place it on mine.
I miss your hugs.
And I miss your voice.
And I'm able to talk about anything with you over a text message, but I'm afraid that you don't want to talk to me, person to person.
I like to think that we have a great friendship, but I realize that we don't.
You FaceTime and call other people, but you won't do that for me.
I try to initiate more conversation than we have, but I feel like you hold back.
I pour some of my heart out into a message that I sent and your only response is an emoji.
I'm hurt.
As childish as it sounds, I'm hurt.
I'm broken and I feel like you keep taking pieces of me away.
I'm broken and I wish you would actually talk and listen to me instead of typing it out.
I miss you because there's no one else and I'm sorry that there isn't.
I don't mean to burden you with everything that's wrong, but when you say that you're there for me, I expect you to follow through.
I miss you a lot.
And I need you to know that.
Because you mean so much to me.
And I know I don't mean as much to you...
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
I'm sick,
But no one seems to notice.
I'm sick,
But no one seems to care.
I'm sick,
But no one understands.
I've flirted with darkness
For far too long
And now it's enveloping me
Soul first.
I'm sick,
And I think you know...
But why doesn't anyone care?
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Lost:
It's an adjective
It's a past-tense verb
It's a TV show
It's a state of mind.
It's how I describe myself;
I've lost friends
I've lost feeling
I've lost hope
I've lost heart
I've lost faith.
It's hard to admit being lost,
But it's the first step in being
Found.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
Life makes me want to run away
And never turn back
And leave everything behind;
The pain, the hurt, the negativity.
Life forces me to grin and bare it
while I suffer through it all
And inside I'm falling to pieces.
Life makes me want to take your hand in mine
And ride off into the sunset
Without worry or doubt in our minds.
Life is hard and we all know it,
But it's worse when you're sick
Like me.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
I don't want to annoy you with my troubles
But you're the only one I want to talk to
When there's no one there to hold my hand
Or hold me tight
And tell me "everything is going to be okay".
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC