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Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans Thugs with Pens Hell-bent; not on cultism Just airing the other sentiments That don’t make it to primetime Thugs with pens Not poking out eyes Just venting spleen Sick of the lies Thugs with pens Deserve to be heard They don’t poison your brain With stacks of ***** Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Can change your mind In ******* time Thugs with pens Can make a dent They don’t need to insert Un-readable, un-interesting Covert small print.... Thugs with pens Don’t need no script writers Or advisors nor signatories Witnesses, nor dodgy men With gold plated fountain pen nibs To make amends Or throw in no hidden clauses That secretly **** your life blood Thugs with pens Don’t aim to pierce your skin But make their mark Deeper within Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Completely uncensored champions of free speech The establishment want suppressed, silenced, deleted; terminated. Thugs with pens And aerosol cans don’t Schedule meetings To fix the minutes And schedule another meeting And keep ‘minutes’ As square angled And unproductive As formal conversation Thugs with pens Aim venomous ink At headless politicians That squawks like chickens Bending over For the ************* Bank-beefing corporations, Controlling the masses With ***** little catchphrases And mounds of munitions And illegally enforced restrictions On your movement and free expression Honest men Have nothing to fear From Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans These “thugs” seek asylum From countries Where the law’s Not bought and bent Thugs with pens & aerosol cans Are made to wear monikers and masks Thugs with pens Don’t turn on its own Neighbours and citizens To perpetuate myths: A ****** ************* lie… A thing that never happened! (That’s for all of you dumb wits out there Who believe most of the **** That’s drip fed Your sensation addicted minds Most of the time,) Time you started reading between the lines In fact get a pen Or an aerosol can Write your own lines Start broadcasting Reclaim your space Before you’re completely neoned Into the shade And corralled under the spell Of a TV screen Or an anger raising headline That conducts the flow Of the status quo Load up your magazines With ball point pens And sharp edged writing nibs, Strap on a belt of aerosol cans Reclaim your right to free expression In public spaces Join the rag-tag army Of intuitive Self-knowing men The End: is well begun, George Orwell Should never have written That blueprint, ‘1984’
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
Thugs with Pens
Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans Thugs with Pens Hell-bent; not on cultism Just airing the other sentiments That don’t make it to primetime Thugs with pens Not poking out eyes Just venting spleen Sick of the lies Thugs with pens Deserve to be heard They don’t poison your brain With stacks of ***** Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Can change your mind In ******* time Thugs with pens Can make a dent They don’t need to insert Un-readable, un-interesting Covert small print.... Thugs with pens Don’t need no script writers Or advisors nor signatories Witnesses, nor dodgy men With gold plated fountain pen nibs To make amends Or throw in no hidden clauses That secretly **** your life blood Thugs with pens Don’t aim to pierce your skin But make their mark Deeper within Thugs with pens And aerosol cans Completely uncensored champions of free speech The establishment want suppressed, silenced, deleted; terminated. Thugs with pens And aerosol cans don’t Schedule meetings To fix the minutes And schedule another meeting And keep ‘minutes’ As square angled And unproductive As formal conversation Thugs with pens Aim venomous ink At headless politicians That squawks like chickens Bending over For the ************* Bank-beefing corporations, Controlling the masses With ***** little catchphrases And mounds of munitions And illegally enforced restrictions On your movement and free expression Honest men Have nothing to fear From Thugs with Pens & Aerosol Cans These “thugs” seek asylum From countries Where the law’s Not bought and bent Thugs with pens & aerosol cans Are made to wear monikers and masks Thugs with pens Don’t turn on its own Neighbours and citizens To perpetuate myths: A ****** ************* lie… A thing that never happened! (That’s for all of you dumb wits out there Who believe most of the **** That’s drip fed Your sensation addicted minds Most of the time,) Time you started reading between the lines In fact get a pen Or an aerosol can Write your own lines Start broadcasting Reclaim your space Before you’re completely neoned Into the shade And corralled under the spell Of a TV screen Or an anger raising headline That conducts the flow Of the status quo Load up your magazines With ball point pens And sharp edged writing nibs, Strap on a belt of aerosol cans Reclaim your right to free expression In public spaces Join the rag-tag army Of intuitive Self-knowing men The End: is well begun, George Orwell Should never have written That blueprint, ‘1984’
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don't **** with Kanye, the crazy Kanye, beefing with Jay-Z Kanye he's so sick, a ***** an addict, the **** Kanye, take the mic Kanye take your pick, he'll diss yo' kids, kiss yo' ***** Kanye can't spell Kanye, outselling your fav' artist Kanye the old Kanye, the 808 Kanye, he outsold 50 the kim's Kanye, yeezy for yo' skims Kanye, don't **** with Kanye.
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Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 2:46 PM UTC
Kanye West
6 hours until school 4am and I'll be there But Wimbledon sounds cool So I don't really care. 6 hours in a vehicle 4 probably sleeping It should be feasible As long as my friends aren't beefing. Again.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
6 Hours
i was beefing with another girl in a two year old inconsistent blip summer by summer, mad then silent churning of the rapid water hourly get nothing done at all, but fall into a rotation without a darker cause simply forgetting what it was exactly that started it whatever was curved around the dusky breeze, bro overtook the over the shoulder look vortexes into a lazy bubbly whirl in the lake we would hang out by i’ll come around if you do but we don’t talk like we used to on the way to the supermarket but i’m on my way to the “lost and free as i could be me” it’s as all i’m meant to be supposes me, supposes you.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
beefin’
Gazing through this telescope window, no more than five floors above the street. The people walk with layers of insulation beefing up their size. Some buy potatoes from a smoking garbage can, some are hailing taxis. Others cram double onto electric bikes, barely putting up the hill. It's already dark. Even if the smog was thinner, or the weather warm enough for leisure-style walking, I wonder if they'd even think about me; if their earthly affairs could pause--just long enough to acknowledge this observing outsider pondering their way of life. I wonder if their schedules are ever clear enough to weigh such a thought.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Asia
Car doors left ajar in the freezing cold while I sit in the passenger seat and fume angry, thinking, jarring jaundice blackberry bruises billireuben **** HAPPY NEW YEAR correct confessions from the cards I refuse to heed red string me yellow ribbon tree? free? forgiveness dirt in the wounds chips all over the floor my own personal chauffeur broth beefing
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Untitled
Silhouette 1999 Visible depression, somewhat like High on life, only in my lows Breaking less laws, but bro codes Your girls says his name, stuck in her jaws Really Neptune blue beside him I'm a counterpart to sea filled eyes—Poseidon Swimming depths of a little while despair Hands in the sky like love is in the air Masks on, masks on, for all the love sick Only interests in ******* thighs, under wings of his chick Silicon valley Take care of the family, madly and gladly Chemical elements driving a love Riding out the feeling hoping one of them comes I want to own a Skyline to be drifting with the stars With every brand of new leather inside of my car Life is just a press of an ignition, Besting yourself to always stay driven Superficial opinion Making green, still not a vegan Putting stake my dreams; reality is beefing Wanting to be a Pro—proceeding Crisen a heart, to make it Christian And if I die, at least I'll die a beautiful creature.
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Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 12:53 PM UTC
Beautiful creature
Baddie brains blown out hick-up pick up picky pick up lines hirried stubbling drained from the gum. Yes tis gum from the stuomuch that you swallowed for month because I just loved the way you ***** *** I'm sick. I puked. I puked? I started runnning the walts of Conan the quenched dominator beefing with minny mouse for spanking mickey. He sipps mickeys just so you know I'm holy dust, sike. I wish I washed my mouth month before I ate the groomed flappy fingered fizzathered lips of Haley Jade. I wish I had a ****** **** Nut after nut and after this nut another nut and a nut a then the knux cause she got the **** crumbling runs rinse me in Faygo cause these Jugglalos have hair I love to get the stow in jars from a far, because I farted. Beanie I ******* farting who started this ******** fricken flame flare Jack Keoroac couldn't spit enough spirts to-at-alley trickling pink pavement funds that freed Zepplin.
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
I'm Woke.
Gripped by fright A full-scale fight Could once more breakout At any moment be it Day or night, The cousins Ethiopia And Eritrea Were beefing up Their military might Locked in a border dispute Exacerbating border Inhabitants' plight. For long, Leaders of the horn And the international community Had been observing developments agog Forced to tune To the cacophonous war song "In military prowess I am the one strong! A rabbit, I will hack you Like a feral dog! " In such shows of force There was not Squandered not resource, Which could feed Innumerable needy, of course. In a paradigm shift "Among siblings If reign supreme must Considerateness and peace, For a border dispute There is no room please. Let us build a bridge Not a wall Towards common growth The strife-ridden Horn Must get  on the ball. True to the court's Binding verdict, President Isaias Take Bademe as a gift. To the confluence Adding up Is the new roadmap! " "Thank you Prime Minister DR Abiy If love and developmental ****** are entailed In the roadmap Rest assured, I will accord Your gesture Thumps up. Yes, we have to leave Divide and rule For the fool! If the horn Is to get on the ball Add up must all"
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
Let Us Leave Divide And Rule For The Fool