"andretti" poems - Hello Poetry

Inspirational passions, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, this is angry aggression mixed with considerate compassion, this is six men on six horses at 6pm screamin’ six guns blastin’, through an actual galaxy of factual fallacies, with cash counting kings and hash smokin’ assassins, killin’ the villains and other shady characters, to protect the women and children from the lawless badmen, and those that know know and those that don’t don’t, so there’s no need to was time askin’, all knowns shown through prose and poem, the words your eyes have heard are everything that happens, well then, welcome if you come in peace please have a piece of the pie, high as Heaven on Cloud 9 in line with inspirational passions, thought we’d escaped and found a way out, but instead found outt we’d be summoned back in, Inspirational passion, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ from THHT2: Nightmares & Dreamscapes A worldwide #1 best selling poetry book ∆

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC

aaronlalux

∆ Inspirational Passions ∆

Inspirational passions, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, this is angry aggression mixed with considerate compassion, this is six men on six horses at 6pm screamin’ six guns blastin’, through an actual galaxy of factual fallacies, with cash counting kings and hash smokin’ assassins, killin’ the villains and other shady characters, to protect the women and children from the lawless badmen, and those that know know and those that don’t don’t, so there’s no need to was time askin’, all knowns shown through prose and poem, the words your eyes have heard are everything that happens, well then, welcome if you come in peace please have a piece of the pie, high as Heaven on Cloud 9 in line with inspirational passions, thought we’d escaped and found a way out, but instead found outt we’d be summoned back in, Inspirational passion, passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’, cashin’ bowls and buying vowels, moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations, no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction, no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action, ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ from THHT2: Nightmares & Dreamscapes A worldwide #1 best selling poetry book ∆

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I laid there staring at the ceiling fan spinning, grinning about the night before & thinking what happens in L.A., stays in L.A. **** skippy. I could barely see through my red, tasted my Marlboros like they were liquid, felt lost in an illusion. I tried to whistle Dixie & forget about the pretty sleeping pixie lying next to me, buck naked & snoring like a buffalo. But how could I? She drove a Mazda with Andretti-skill & cooked a mean plate of spaghetti. Her lips were Mona Lisa smirky & she made me crazy with moves she's said she learned from reading ****** poetry. I loved the fact she loved fine art & traced her constellations with my kisses until she awoke & loved me again sinfully.

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC

jonny-angel

Triple Love in L.A. **** Skippy Her & I)

I laid there staring at the ceiling fan spinning, grinning about the night before & thinking what happens in L.A., stays in L.A. **** skippy. I could barely see through my red, tasted my Marlboros like they were liquid, felt lost in an illusion. I tried to whistle Dixie & forget about the pretty sleeping pixie lying next to me, buck naked & snoring like a buffalo. But how could I? She drove a Mazda with Andretti-skill & cooked a mean plate of spaghetti. Her lips were Mona Lisa smirky & she made me crazy with moves she's said she learned from reading ****** poetry. I loved the fact she loved fine art & traced her constellations with my kisses until she awoke & loved me again sinfully.

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Cats have dreams, or so it seems Their paws move like Mike Andretti Chase laser beams on carpet seams, Or dangling strings of spaghetti Perhaps they recall catching some small prey on the ancient Serengeti And then just doze in a treetop repose "I'll just snooze until they pet me!"

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Jun 20, 2018

Jun 20, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC

daverhymes

Cats have dreams

Cats have dreams, or so it seems Their paws move like Mike Andretti Chase laser beams on carpet seams, Or dangling strings of spaghetti Perhaps they recall catching some small prey on the ancient Serengeti And then just doze in a treetop repose "I'll just snooze until they pet me!"

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