"bagger" poems - Hello Poetry

I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee So many sellouts claimin' they real when they only want a mass stage appeal ****** swear they be down for the hood? but how while living lavish in the white neighborhoods? This ***** turned scooby doo ****** where the **** are you? You loosin' ya black views How the **** you gone say slavery was a choice I remember when you had a voice Ever since you called Bush out it seems like got drained out Gallons of blood a spiritual transfusion ***** ya loosin' Ever since your lips ****** on that white ******* **** **** them Kkkhardashians say it louder once the mic enter my hands enemies get the sweatin' cuz of my verbal weapon yeah ya been coming out makes me doubt No wonder why they call you gay fish half of them ******* is really ******* In the celebrity world where boys is girls and girls is boys seduced by the evilness that swirls life ain't about diamonds and pearls Pandoras box dusty as **** so no need to throw a fit Kanye I got a black polished AK' forty seven ready to send you to heaven No ladder leaning on a stagger soon to end up a plastic bagger Coroner's dinner deaths the winner while ya visions growing thinner **** what ya stand for I take you back through the "wire" throw gasoline all over you then light a fire burning your empire **** your kids and ya legacy none of us admire Your coonery I'll crown you with thorns full of barbed wire til your soul transpires Yeah punk ***** so I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee Also **** them white ***** kkkhardashian once again letting you know how they do brothers in ****** go crazy or end up in the pen or another gender trend **** making friends **** chasin' ends And if you wanna join kanye ya casket ready soon to be tucked in .... Night night you ***** ******* die slow

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May 2, 2018

May 2, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC

Aliens They have no notion of past or present, everything is about oceans. When they ask for you it is really a story about seeing the ocean. VISITOR #1: Listen. It is failure of bridges that builds angels. GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT: Is this the depression we've all been experiencing? VISITOR #4: Please have a seat and forget the edge of that coast, you were not intended for this distance. GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT: I believe we're all owed an explanation. Where is this manifest? I've never ridden a horse, I am being dreamed about. VISITOR #1: You would not believe the stories redwoods have. You each get one phone call. GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT: But the voicemail I've been trying to reach, all morning, is full. "I dream of psychiatrists telling stories about dreaming of women they've seen in unedited videos on the internet. Sometimes they save her from that burning nightclub." VISITOR #2: If you're going, leave your voice somewhere in a room I know. COLLEGE STUDENT: We would have no need for phones if you didn't invent distance. VISITOR #2: There are trees that become stained with a purple blossom. During summer the blossoms fall and shadow around the trunk like a violet negative. What a beautiful dimension that must be. They pull her skirt down to examine the body, palms pour from a sidewalk in L.A., everything is cracked- "My god she's beautiful, huh?" I think I met them before, a long time ago. THE MEMORY OF A VISITOR APPEARING IN A DREAM: What happens next? Come the exit of electricity from the body; on a long enough time-line all weather radicalizes and the people will grow into trees. You can read about that hollowness and never be prepared for it. It’s like standing on the edge of an overpass, and being completely empty of the urge to jump. This is what I remember: instructed to reenact creation she throws clothes from an open window above the 60 freeway. "You have to imagine there are people, surrounding you and talking"

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC

wesley-joseph-breedlove

Aliens by "Jamie Garcia"

Aliens They have no notion of past or present, everything is about oceans. When they ask for you it is really a story about seeing the ocean. VISITOR #1: Listen. It is failure of bridges that builds angels. GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT: Is this the depression we've all been experiencing? VISITOR #4: Please have a seat and forget the edge of that coast, you were not intended for this distance. GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT: I believe we're all owed an explanation. Where is this manifest? I've never ridden a horse, I am being dreamed about. VISITOR #1: You would not believe the stories redwoods have. You each get one phone call. GROCERY BAGGER/ COLLEGE STUDENT: But the voicemail I've been trying to reach, all morning, is full. "I dream of psychiatrists telling stories about dreaming of women they've seen in unedited videos on the internet. Sometimes they save her from that burning nightclub." VISITOR #2: If you're going, leave your voice somewhere in a room I know. COLLEGE STUDENT: We would have no need for phones if you didn't invent distance. VISITOR #2: There are trees that become stained with a purple blossom. During summer the blossoms fall and shadow around the trunk like a violet negative. What a beautiful dimension that must be. They pull her skirt down to examine the body, palms pour from a sidewalk in L.A., everything is cracked- "My god she's beautiful, huh?" I think I met them before, a long time ago. THE MEMORY OF A VISITOR APPEARING IN A DREAM: What happens next? Come the exit of electricity from the body; on a long enough time-line all weather radicalizes and the people will grow into trees. You can read about that hollowness and never be prepared for it. It’s like standing on the edge of an overpass, and being completely empty of the urge to jump. This is what I remember: instructed to reenact creation she throws clothes from an open window above the 60 freeway. "You have to imagine there are people, surrounding you and talking"

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I bought a carton of eggs this morning. Just a dozen. Along with about $100 of other groceries I needed. I didn't need the eggs though. That is to say, that I didn't need to buy them. (See, my sister has four fully grown chickens who lay enough eggs to cover her family's needs and then some. More eggs than she knows what to do with, honestly, and I could've easily gone to her place to get the dozen instead of buying it at the store.) But I didn't, as a matter of convenience. It was simpler to buy them while I was at the store; to make one trip instead of two. But then, when I was unloading the cart of groceries into the trunk of my car, that carton of eggs I bought, which (unbeknownst to me) had been placed on top of a 12 pack of toilet paper which toppled over after becoming unbalanced without the support of the other grocery bags that I had already unloaded, came crashing down. They hit the parking-lot cement with a smack. "Oh no, not the eggs!" That's what I'd said. I seriously said that out loud. I picked up the bag with the fallen eggs in it. I opened the carton to see if they were alright, though I already knew at least a few had broken. 5, maybe 6. Maybe more. I don't know how many broke exactly, just looking at it made me sick. I walked the dripping bag back up to the entrance (after playing with the idea of going back in and being like: "Hey, my eggs broke in the parking lot because your inept bagger's idea of how to stack groceries was clearly inspired by the game Jenga. I demand a new carton of eggs!") but instead I just tossed them. The whole carton. I'll just go to my sister's house before breakfast tomorrow.

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 4:02 AM UTC

JDK

A Matter Of Convenience or (Giving Up On Your Dreams for the Sake of Financial Independence and A Little More Comfort)

I bought a carton of eggs this morning. Just a dozen. Along with about $100 of other groceries I needed. I didn't need the eggs though. That is to say, that I didn't need to buy them. (See, my sister has four fully grown chickens who lay enough eggs to cover her family's needs and then some. More eggs than she knows what to do with, honestly, and I could've easily gone to her place to get the dozen instead of buying it at the store.) But I didn't, as a matter of convenience. It was simpler to buy them while I was at the store; to make one trip instead of two. But then, when I was unloading the cart of groceries into the trunk of my car, that carton of eggs I bought, which (unbeknownst to me) had been placed on top of a 12 pack of toilet paper which toppled over after becoming unbalanced without the support of the other grocery bags that I had already unloaded, came crashing down. They hit the parking-lot cement with a smack. "Oh no, not the eggs!" That's what I'd said. I seriously said that out loud. I picked up the bag with the fallen eggs in it. I opened the carton to see if they were alright, though I already knew at least a few had broken. 5, maybe 6. Maybe more. I don't know how many broke exactly, just looking at it made me sick. I walked the dripping bag back up to the entrance (after playing with the idea of going back in and being like: "Hey, my eggs broke in the parking lot because your inept bagger's idea of how to stack groceries was clearly inspired by the game Jenga. I demand a new carton of eggs!") but instead I just tossed them. The whole carton. I'll just go to my sister's house before breakfast tomorrow.

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the tea bag party is a party for .....................snoopers is a party for ........................poopers how they love to **** on themselves **** on themselves **** on themselves a tea bagger likes to brag about his country the one that got no money the one that got no brains only can think in terms of elephants and donkeys no wonder all its children are insane the tea bag party is a party for .....................snoopers is a party for ........................poopers how they love to **** on themselves **** on themselves **** on themselves

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Aug 10, 2010

Aug 10, 2010 at 12:15 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

tea bag party

the tea bag party is a party for .....................snoopers is a party for ........................poopers how they love to **** on themselves **** on themselves **** on themselves a tea bagger likes to brag about his country the one that got no money the one that got no brains only can think in terms of elephants and donkeys no wonder all its children are insane the tea bag party is a party for .....................snoopers is a party for ........................poopers how they love to **** on themselves **** on themselves **** on themselves

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Supermarket celebration shoppers are cytoplasm searching for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis. Oils, petrochemical and vegetable love: faith and trust for instance, the Food and Drug Administration. In America, the custom is to avoid meeting the other shoppers' eyes. We graze like cows or wander as zombies to the oldies played over the aisles. I've always liked it here. Cornucopia, yes. Also a place to be alone and depressed, or cool off. Water and bone and the known ingredients. Neurons for remembering, calculating, touching stuff. I have a favorite bagger who has the smile of a lover, wouldn't rather be elsewhere. Like glamour stars in bikinis (but unlike tomatoes and bananas) cashiers and clerks are admired from afar. Joe says What's not to like? Ice cream, yogurt, profit, tofu. To eat your fill is a blasphemy against God.

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC

robert-ronnow

Supermarket Celebration

Supermarket celebration shoppers are cytoplasm searching for cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis. Oils, petrochemical and vegetable love: faith and trust for instance, the Food and Drug Administration. In America, the custom is to avoid meeting the other shoppers' eyes. We graze like cows or wander as zombies to the oldies played over the aisles. I've always liked it here. Cornucopia, yes. Also a place to be alone and depressed, or cool off. Water and bone and the known ingredients. Neurons for remembering, calculating, touching stuff. I have a favorite bagger who has the smile of a lover, wouldn't rather be elsewhere. Like glamour stars in bikinis (but unlike tomatoes and bananas) cashiers and clerks are admired from afar. Joe says What's not to like? Ice cream, yogurt, profit, tofu. To eat your fill is a blasphemy against God.

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fled the sun in favour of treading moonlights path shes become a carpet bagger of the nights flourishing kingdoms of alleyways and the treasured dumpsters like sodden jewels they contain she reeks from the cast off of the popular masses but it is sweet perfumes to the forsaken hollow eyed wanderers lost in the maze of concrete and steel she lips a sacred song in her temple of night and keeps a wary eye painted to the ever shut door the unexpected is the road dogs creed and she allways got a little something extra stashed away for the hungry and quiet ribbons decorate her torn dress they are fine silk stained with coffee and beans thats our girl the highest quality in the lowest company shes a rough house princess with a heart of gold she wanders me down to the tear-drop inn rents me a bed to lay up with some pretty dreams pulls out of her designer jeans a folded and creased copy of nineteen fifty three complete with greaser kids and hot rods left me there dreamin i was the tough guy leather jacket and Indian motorcycle and she was my betty boop candy sweet smile girl in the quiet halls of the tear-drop inn with a sadsack companion picking dreamers pockets for the smiles to be found thats our girl thats our sweet sweet girl covered in the romance of the hard road trackmarks and ***** dustbins the likes of her we may never see again

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

tear drop inn

fled the sun in favour of treading moonlights path shes become a carpet bagger of the nights flourishing kingdoms of alleyways and the treasured dumpsters like sodden jewels they contain she reeks from the cast off of the popular masses but it is sweet perfumes to the forsaken hollow eyed wanderers lost in the maze of concrete and steel she lips a sacred song in her temple of night and keeps a wary eye painted to the ever shut door the unexpected is the road dogs creed and she allways got a little something extra stashed away for the hungry and quiet ribbons decorate her torn dress they are fine silk stained with coffee and beans thats our girl the highest quality in the lowest company shes a rough house princess with a heart of gold she wanders me down to the tear-drop inn rents me a bed to lay up with some pretty dreams pulls out of her designer jeans a folded and creased copy of nineteen fifty three complete with greaser kids and hot rods left me there dreamin i was the tough guy leather jacket and Indian motorcycle and she was my betty boop candy sweet smile girl in the quiet halls of the tear-drop inn with a sadsack companion picking dreamers pockets for the smiles to be found thats our girl thats our sweet sweet girl covered in the romance of the hard road trackmarks and ***** dustbins the likes of her we may never see again

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his heavy face drags his head down her shirt pleads innocence but the grin on his face calls him a liar liar pants on fire she just nods knowingly and unbuttons the next one down cause she has been through the catalogue of this fools parade and knows a good catch when she has her hooks in him he starts flapping his arms like a fish outa water we all just laugh we all been there we all been a bird in the air i make coffee but they are intent on the the sideshow taking place on the couch i turn to find the girls choir locked in dire straights with the ****** circus clowns they will be singing the blues soon enough cause we all got a price to pay when the penny comes to a pound when the carpet bagger comes to call and the price you pay equal to the tears you lay i sit back and light up the room with my handy dandy nightwatchman flashlight but soon realize that there are things here id rather not see as the girls choir gets down and ***** with the clowns they would rather have a warm bed now than the cold promise of better kitchens two car garage tomorrow and im not one to say they are wrong iv swallowed enough swords iv seen enough of the bitter bread so make some room sweetheart cause you look like you could use some company down there in your dark corner of the strange parade... is that a horse head you have on? this room gets real wild at a quarter to three the old man has come down and is talking up the future to some young honey who knows better but has an eye on his wallet we all got a price to pay he gonna give up his riches shes gonna give up her dreams all got a price to pay when the carpet bagger comes to call i shake off the dawn and stumble out to the street look back to find the whole circus waving goodbye they all look so happy and content even the ones with the bloodstains but that's the price i gotta pay looks so pretty from this far down the road looks so warm and inviting with their smiles and lollipops the circus clowns and the pregnant girls choir even she seems friendly in the heat haze of the long hours away but something reminds me of all her warts all her filthy fingers grabbing at the shirt-tail he eyes pleading a different case before the high court of her own self doubts when the carpet bagger comes to call he opens his bag of tricks and shows you a world of wonder all glitter and lights but it isnt till the bill is due that you remember we all got a price to pay we all are fish out of water

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

we all got a price to pay

his heavy face drags his head down her shirt pleads innocence but the grin on his face calls him a liar liar pants on fire she just nods knowingly and unbuttons the next one down cause she has been through the catalogue of this fools parade and knows a good catch when she has her hooks in him he starts flapping his arms like a fish outa water we all just laugh we all been there we all been a bird in the air i make coffee but they are intent on the the sideshow taking place on the couch i turn to find the girls choir locked in dire straights with the ****** circus clowns they will be singing the blues soon enough cause we all got a price to pay when the penny comes to a pound when the carpet bagger comes to call and the price you pay equal to the tears you lay i sit back and light up the room with my handy dandy nightwatchman flashlight but soon realize that there are things here id rather not see as the girls choir gets down and ***** with the clowns they would rather have a warm bed now than the cold promise of better kitchens two car garage tomorrow and im not one to say they are wrong iv swallowed enough swords iv seen enough of the bitter bread so make some room sweetheart cause you look like you could use some company down there in your dark corner of the strange parade... is that a horse head you have on? this room gets real wild at a quarter to three the old man has come down and is talking up the future to some young honey who knows better but has an eye on his wallet we all got a price to pay he gonna give up his riches shes gonna give up her dreams all got a price to pay when the carpet bagger comes to call i shake off the dawn and stumble out to the street look back to find the whole circus waving goodbye they all look so happy and content even the ones with the bloodstains but that's the price i gotta pay looks so pretty from this far down the road looks so warm and inviting with their smiles and lollipops the circus clowns and the pregnant girls choir even she seems friendly in the heat haze of the long hours away but something reminds me of all her warts all her filthy fingers grabbing at the shirt-tail he eyes pleading a different case before the high court of her own self doubts when the carpet bagger comes to call he opens his bag of tricks and shows you a world of wonder all glitter and lights but it isnt till the bill is due that you remember we all got a price to pay we all are fish out of water

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hi guys and gals i went to bowling this morning and, mate i had a bad first game of 113 which is what i call, **** but i came back in the second game with 4 strikes in a row, (a four bagger) and a few spares to make 187, and after that i scored 4 more strikes and 3 spares to make 169, i think that is an awesome effort it wasn’t as good as last weeks 216, but still awesome poem what an awesome morning i had at the bowling alley today scoring strikes, a few spares and giving a tonne of high fives it’s fun doing tenpin bowling and if you are good you could enjoy it more i have a handicap of 37, which is ****** beauty good first of all you check which lane and then you play the game and no matter what score you get you have a little win geez, i am good at bowling i score over 100 every time people ask me how are you, what’s your name i say, hi i am brian this is the frame by frame scoreboard of today’s bowling, so you can see, i miss a few, but i certainly know how to get strikes and spares 1 7 2 9 2 5 - 14 3 8 1 23 4 1 8 32 5 9 - 41 6 4 1 46 7 7 / 65 8 9 / 85 9 X 104 10 4 5 113 total score 113 1 9 - 9 2 X 39 3 X 69 4 X 97 5 X 117 6 8 / 133 7 6 / 150 8 7 2 159 9 9 / 178 10 9 - 187 total score 187 1 7 / 20 2 X 38 3 7 1 46 4 X 66 5 8 / 86 6 X 113 7 X 133 8 7 / 151 9 8 1 160 10 7 2 169 total score 169

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

fun morning @ the wizards tenpin bowling league, Canberra

hi guys and gals i went to bowling this morning and, mate i had a bad first game of 113 which is what i call, **** but i came back in the second game with 4 strikes in a row, (a four bagger) and a few spares to make 187, and after that i scored 4 more strikes and 3 spares to make 169, i think that is an awesome effort it wasn’t as good as last weeks 216, but still awesome poem what an awesome morning i had at the bowling alley today scoring strikes, a few spares and giving a tonne of high fives it’s fun doing tenpin bowling and if you are good you could enjoy it more i have a handicap of 37, which is ****** beauty good first of all you check which lane and then you play the game and no matter what score you get you have a little win geez, i am good at bowling i score over 100 every time people ask me how are you, what’s your name i say, hi i am brian this is the frame by frame scoreboard of today’s bowling, so you can see, i miss a few, but i certainly know how to get strikes and spares 1 7 2 9 2 5 - 14 3 8 1 23 4 1 8 32 5 9 - 41 6 4 1 46 7 7 / 65 8 9 / 85 9 X 104 10 4 5 113 total score 113 1 9 - 9 2 X 39 3 X 69 4 X 97 5 X 117 6 8 / 133 7 6 / 150 8 7 2 159 9 9 / 178 10 9 - 187 total score 187 1 7 / 20 2 X 38 3 7 1 46 4 X 66 5 8 / 86 6 X 113 7 X 133 8 7 / 151 9 8 1 160 10 7 2 169 total score 169

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. Or are ya just bullshiting !? )( Yeah We know ! • • The rainy day street contains The any child And his every form Of Pain >< The Great AMERICAN Symphony of Mass Incarceration & BLACK DEATH • • • •• ( & JESUS crucified children on the cross To free you from their potential Sinfulness ! ) •• ? GOD -- AMERICAN STYLE! ? )( ( oh come on ! Sit down ! Have some authentic tea bagger tea And watch Fox News on TV turn on the **** and ********** And wipe your *** with the Constitution And talk of Liberty ! --- So Ya godless minions Of the satanic corporations with your jaundiced eyes And your ****** teeth We are hip now to your jive *** lies And have chosen to remain alive And return to you your god of death And merge ourself into god's light And into his Holy Breath

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Oct 18, 2015

Oct 18, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

... do you really believe in god ... (?)

. Or are ya just bullshiting !? )( Yeah We know ! • • The rainy day street contains The any child And his every form Of Pain >< The Great AMERICAN Symphony of Mass Incarceration & BLACK DEATH • • • •• ( & JESUS crucified children on the cross To free you from their potential Sinfulness ! ) •• ? GOD -- AMERICAN STYLE! ? )( ( oh come on ! Sit down ! Have some authentic tea bagger tea And watch Fox News on TV turn on the **** and ********** And wipe your *** with the Constitution And talk of Liberty ! --- So Ya godless minions Of the satanic corporations with your jaundiced eyes And your ****** teeth We are hip now to your jive *** lies And have chosen to remain alive And return to you your god of death And merge ourself into god's light And into his Holy Breath

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WAITING IN LINE Take your place this is not a race ,soon to ask if what brought you here was worth the price I just want to pay to not stand idle and reminisce ,that full cart & those 5 kids ahead should have been a sign of a long day Never considered stealing but this has me reeling, rethinking my vow to always play nice Opened the aspirin first ,now considering buying beer, my morning smile has turned to to a leer Mom forgot something, sent head child back into the wild,biding time who am to criticize Enquirer SCREAMS u.f.o's here,looking around that is clear,now noticing for the first time all the kinds of mints & gum sold here Dripping ice cream has me about to scream,the quality of my dinner determined by whatever else she buys Muzak & me are about to have an epiphany,one more note could be all she wrote ,the elevator sounds of the seventies are becoming surreal Patrons starting to pay heed they also want speed,pacing like bulls before the race ,just waiting to terrorize Checker changing color, her eyes growing colder while bagger acting bolder,getting a few munchies is spinning into quite the ordeal Her order finally tallied ,cheers break out from those who rallied ,she forgot her money so quickly I pay her fare ,just to escape, not caring if it is my own bills that are compromised . R..C

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC

wichitarick

WAITING IN LINE

WAITING IN LINE Take your place this is not a race ,soon to ask if what brought you here was worth the price I just want to pay to not stand idle and reminisce ,that full cart & those 5 kids ahead should have been a sign of a long day Never considered stealing but this has me reeling, rethinking my vow to always play nice Opened the aspirin first ,now considering buying beer, my morning smile has turned to to a leer Mom forgot something, sent head child back into the wild,biding time who am to criticize Enquirer SCREAMS u.f.o's here,looking around that is clear,now noticing for the first time all the kinds of mints & gum sold here Dripping ice cream has me about to scream,the quality of my dinner determined by whatever else she buys Muzak & me are about to have an epiphany,one more note could be all she wrote ,the elevator sounds of the seventies are becoming surreal Patrons starting to pay heed they also want speed,pacing like bulls before the race ,just waiting to terrorize Checker changing color, her eyes growing colder while bagger acting bolder,getting a few munchies is spinning into quite the ordeal Her order finally tallied ,cheers break out from those who rallied ,she forgot her money so quickly I pay her fare ,just to escape, not caring if it is my own bills that are compromised . R..C

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My lyrical ability limits you mental flexbility Swift as agility hinders there intellectual capacity Lock em up in captivity opened like a cavity Ya chest be split up like an anatomy Blood plasma So ya visions become a liability Who bitter thee Shatter competition like Ghengus Khan dynasty hallowed it be Thy name put many to shame Critics go to flame burnt to a single grain Height takes like a snort of ******* Waxing your brain gas em with these floating propane Light butane flame blows up everything With no remains we nasty baby Quick witted and skilled break through weak wills Fools shootin' at me kill.me. But I'll still breath through my eye gills Ascending hills Like Lauryn nothing even matters Im crazy shatter your bladder Make ya walk 8miles Marshal Mathers You'll be front lined interview With the death version of Don Rathers too many taddler Who running with blabbers back stabbers Wave one hand with other hand with holding the dagger **** swagger id rather be the grims bagger Or better yet a caddy shack with a room full of macks And beautiful women cooties to ****** Fatal attraction causing halo love TKO I'm at the top of my game Chillin' with the Monks meditating my pineal gland with dead sea scrolls in my hand None could touch me cuz my energy band To strong none could withinstand That force held in I'm a combination of antimatter and sin With touch a gin but then again Im just another poetic gem

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Jan 1, 2018

Jan 1, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Flexibility

My lyrical ability limits you mental flexbility Swift as agility hinders there intellectual capacity Lock em up in captivity opened like a cavity Ya chest be split up like an anatomy Blood plasma So ya visions become a liability Who bitter thee Shatter competition like Ghengus Khan dynasty hallowed it be Thy name put many to shame Critics go to flame burnt to a single grain Height takes like a snort of ******* Waxing your brain gas em with these floating propane Light butane flame blows up everything With no remains we nasty baby Quick witted and skilled break through weak wills Fools shootin' at me kill.me. But I'll still breath through my eye gills Ascending hills Like Lauryn nothing even matters Im crazy shatter your bladder Make ya walk 8miles Marshal Mathers You'll be front lined interview With the death version of Don Rathers too many taddler Who running with blabbers back stabbers Wave one hand with other hand with holding the dagger **** swagger id rather be the grims bagger Or better yet a caddy shack with a room full of macks And beautiful women cooties to ****** Fatal attraction causing halo love TKO I'm at the top of my game Chillin' with the Monks meditating my pineal gland with dead sea scrolls in my hand None could touch me cuz my energy band To strong none could withinstand That force held in I'm a combination of antimatter and sin With touch a gin but then again Im just another poetic gem

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. Oh the ***** streets at dawn Dead child time for mourning You. & I are so well hidden The taser lying in the gutter Besides what was once a man • The Wild West minstrel boy Tea bagger patriot Takes his gun into town walkin around With his pants down •• If you want a country We could pause & build one Hopin that they won't come & Shoot us down

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC

jeffrey-robin

... red blood dreaming

. Oh the ***** streets at dawn Dead child time for mourning You. & I are so well hidden The taser lying in the gutter Besides what was once a man • The Wild West minstrel boy Tea bagger patriot Takes his gun into town walkin around With his pants down •• If you want a country We could pause & build one Hopin that they won't come & Shoot us down

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. Love ******** ******* LOVE // the claim to be in love ! The claim that ones existance has some significance Be YE a tea bag patriot Claiming to love AMERICA Or a HP babe claiming to love a boy !! Trying to show others your life is real ! YOU ARE MY ONLY ONE FOREVER !! Jesse ******* ******** CHRIST "" She says I LOVE YOU He says **** off // The tea bagger comes to SAVE AMERICA ! AMERICA says Really ? Jesus ******* Christ ! "" So Why don't we accept the pain that is here And really live and really love Instead of filling up the world With STERILE words of stupid love ! Do you know why you do it ! You know you fool no one Public dying !! Holy **** that's all there is .

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

.... all the same ole **** --

. Love ******** ******* LOVE // the claim to be in love ! The claim that ones existance has some significance Be YE a tea bag patriot Claiming to love AMERICA Or a HP babe claiming to love a boy !! Trying to show others your life is real ! YOU ARE MY ONLY ONE FOREVER !! Jesse ******* ******** CHRIST "" She says I LOVE YOU He says **** off // The tea bagger comes to SAVE AMERICA ! AMERICA says Really ? Jesus ******* Christ ! "" So Why don't we accept the pain that is here And really live and really love Instead of filling up the world With STERILE words of stupid love ! Do you know why you do it ! You know you fool no one Public dying !! Holy **** that's all there is .

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Paranoid dope dealer giving out samples for free News lady says theres been another shooting spree Gas station clerk Grocery store bagger at work Little old lady crossing the road clutching her purse Traffic jam at 5 I bet he's got a dollar when I got a dime He's got a meal when I got wine He's got a wife and Im just a client Paved revolution Systematic execution I heard today its 3 in 5 teenagers that are using Headed for a change Hookers work a street In an empty beer glass the drunk weeps Down and out gambler finally admits defeat Violence Turbulence Ski mask Armored vest Some people aint even safe while they're sleeping in their own bed Headed for a change No time for rest A mind racing no sleep Days spent in the forrest Cant find any peace Were just drops in a bucket Were just flies in a swarm That swarm soon one day will be busting down their door I wrote a letter to God but couldnt find any stamps So I tied it to some balloons, let it go now only God knows where its at.

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC

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Headed For A Change

Paranoid dope dealer giving out samples for free News lady says theres been another shooting spree Gas station clerk Grocery store bagger at work Little old lady crossing the road clutching her purse Traffic jam at 5 I bet he's got a dollar when I got a dime He's got a meal when I got wine He's got a wife and Im just a client Paved revolution Systematic execution I heard today its 3 in 5 teenagers that are using Headed for a change Hookers work a street In an empty beer glass the drunk weeps Down and out gambler finally admits defeat Violence Turbulence Ski mask Armored vest Some people aint even safe while they're sleeping in their own bed Headed for a change No time for rest A mind racing no sleep Days spent in the forrest Cant find any peace Were just drops in a bucket Were just flies in a swarm That swarm soon one day will be busting down their door I wrote a letter to God but couldnt find any stamps So I tied it to some balloons, let it go now only God knows where its at.

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