"bazookas" poems
Impregnate your old crock squirtin'
Papier—mâché blackball on the *****
Oglin' for upshot
And whatever frigs our orifice
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator
I like dung and tinsel
Shandy ****** fuss
Breedin' with the puke
And the Weltanschauung that I'm in statu pupillari
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator
Like a punctilious Zeitgeist's nincompoop
We were born, born to be unstatesmanlike
We can spirt so penetrating
I never wanna croak
Born to be unstatesmanlike
Born to be unstatesmanlike
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
Do we ever forget what we see?
Do we enact what we believe?
Do we arm the spine of our diaries?
To self-detonate to remain drama-free?
Sometimes my intent indents ignorance,
But maybe I've umpired too many bazookas,
And wore out the strength of my remembrance,
Catching rockets aimed at this loser,
Loser?
What are you talking about?
Lost the L in Laughter
Lost the O in Optimistic,
Lost the S in Simplicity,
Lost the E in Expressionistic,
Lost the R in Reality,
So now my soul's succumbed to gravity,
Tragically hatching my apathy with a Whack-a-mole mallet,
A dastardly dressed casualty,
Actually,
I'm trying to reverse the black magic curse and verse my happiness,
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
I remember them well,
droves of street-urchins
in every little ville,
battling it out
with water bazookas
filled with **** water,
squirting the hell
out of each other,
staining holey shirts,
for a smidgeon of joy.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
"The Generals" of the clan
Were playing a real "Clash of Clans" –
Bullets, cartridges, bombs, shells, missiles, grapeshots, handgrenades, bazookas,
All sold in Aleppo markets,
Was the real Candy of their Crash.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
Accentuate the positives!
One must cull one’s self from the herd!
Etch sublime visions
Obtained naked on the wilderness hilltop
In Earth’s stone,
Or write them on these sheets provided
By its mighty trees and
Resilient leaves.
Baste the naysayers
With Tony Robbins’ ladle
Full of succulent
Can-do verve!
Annihilate their gloom with
Bazookas of hope,
Uzis of alacrity,
Shotguns of perseverance,
And AK-47’s of love—
Live on the slopes of
Vesuvius—
Pitch tents in Tornado Alley
For vacation—
Go grocery shopping on the Serengeti,
And woo Amazons and Nubian warrior
Princesses.
Fear has no stronghold!
The end will not be the end!!
Eternal hard-on!!!
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 6:51 PM UTC
******
Burning towns to ashes
Machine guns
Even if they miss they still hit
Atomic bombs
If you dont die from the blast
You die from radiation
Bazookas
Cannons
Rapiers
Chemical war fare
Bullets **** your body
Love is the ultimate weapon
It can **** your soul
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC