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"bizz" poems
And it’s groovy **** The way my words maneuver it A user but I won’t be used By all the drugs I’m doing Shiiitt They talk abusive **** Like they’re the one’s that using it And usually I’d be busy on my timone and pumba bizz Ness is what it’s all about They’ll tell you anything to reassure the cash come out To their hands You gotta fight em with your bare hands n realize a workaround to their plan And on another note I be kickin flows with a dopeness Thinkin I’m the one Yeah I been thinking I’ve been chosen Cold, I flow frozen Shows, the vibe golden Ghost the most smoke, I got casper choking Actors be pulling mad guap and holding chart topping spots Well they had a soul, sold it. We don’t like change Boy they’ve got us all brainless You prolly changed this for a song about some **** This ain’t it, Re-spray it Re-paint it Rekindle The vibe is alive, revive your minds sizzle It is you, you are a god you are a ******* goddess How the hell on earth could they stop us. They cannot, we got this, Positive is progress We taking it ******* Don’t know where the top is We Jam. Like, this is your brian, This is your brain on drugs Well this my brain when I let it just JAM
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Jam
Tick, Tick, Tick Goes the heart clock Longing to know True loves taste Tock, Tock, Tock With every heart tick Hoping your first time Isn't all a waste Bizz, Bizz, Bizz Sing the belly bugs Wondering when You'll be with them again Buzz, Buzz, Buzz Fly the butterflies Love floats the heart At the strike of ten Bang, Bang, Bang Pound the mind drums With every kiss Beats true loves song Hum, Hum, Hum Pulse the static veins With every touch Sends a current miles long Tick, Tick, Tick Heart Clock Tock, Tock, Tock
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
Heart Clock
Sophomore year’s clocked-up my free time. Last summer I made some core promises (to my mom) to go harder on the pre-med track. Perfect grades are ok, I’m told, but they’re underdog, alone. So, this year, my “spare” time is split between hospital volunteering and a (nominally) paid research project. The goal of all this hustle is to pad my resume up, as proffer, for a 2025 med school slot. I’ve never felt so observed, judged and weekendless, but playas gotta play. Last week, Peter (let’s call him my BF) was invited to some random alumni event. He wasn’t excited about it, but he thought, “Ooo, free meal.” Actors and doctoral students are all about free food. Then, after he signed onto it, they told him the group was going, by train to Washington DC, on an overnight trip (all expenses paid) where they’d visit the White House and meet the President. They took the train through New York and down to DC arriving late at night and then they had to meet in the lobby, the following morning, at 7am to get COVID tested for the White House. He said the White House experience, and the meet-and-greet seemed surreal. While he didn’t get to meet Joe, he shook Jill Biden’s hand, and in a parting, fog-headed moment, suggested she “have a good one.” (Hopefully, she did.) As an extra, on the way back, at union station in DC, they heard gunshots and there were a few tense moments where they saw people in the station (outside the train) running about in panic. Eventually, security pronounced everything safe. A man WAS shot in the foot but that passes for a calm night in DC. All-in-all the event and train travel made for an exhausting trip for poor Peter. Bizz, BIZZ-BIZZ-BIZZ. At first, the alarm sound seemed unreal and unimportant. I opened my eyes and through my three, open dorm windows, I could see stars still flickering busily, like light off of so much broken glass. “What?” I mumbled. “I have to go,” Peter said drowsily, as he kissed my forehead, “it’s getting early.” It seemed I blinked, and he was gone. After he left, I woke up several times. The silence seemed heavy, almost solid and it easily pressed me back into sleep.
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Oct 13, 2022
Oct 13, 2022 at 12:40 PM UTC
panic at the station
Sophomore year’s clocked-up my free time. Last summer I made some core promises (to my mom) to go harder on the pre-med track. Perfect grades are ok, I’m told, but they’re underdog, alone. So, this year, my “spare” time is split between hospital volunteering and a (nominally) paid research project. The goal of all this hustle is to pad my resume up, as proffer, for a 2025 med school slot. I’ve never felt so observed, judged and weekendless, but playas gotta play. Last week, Peter (let’s call him my BF) was invited to some random alumni event. He wasn’t excited about it, but he thought, “Ooo, free meal.” Actors and doctoral students are all about free food. Then, after he signed onto it, they told him the group was going, by train to Washington DC, on an overnight trip (all expenses paid) where they’d visit the White House and meet the President. They took the train through New York and down to DC arriving late at night and then they had to meet in the lobby, the following morning, at 7am to get COVID tested for the White House. He said the White House experience, and the meet-and-greet seemed surreal. While he didn’t get to meet Joe, he shook Jill Biden’s hand, and in a parting, fog-headed moment, suggested she “have a good one.” (Hopefully, she did.) As an extra, on the way back, at union station in DC, they heard gunshots and there were a few tense moments where they saw people in the station (outside the train) running about in panic. Eventually, security pronounced everything safe. A man WAS shot in the foot but that passes for a calm night in DC. All-in-all the event and train travel made for an exhausting trip for poor Peter. Bizz, BIZZ-BIZZ-BIZZ. At first, the alarm sound seemed unreal and unimportant. I opened my eyes and through my three, open dorm windows, I could see stars still flickering busily, like light off of so much broken glass. “What?” I mumbled. “I have to go,” Peter said drowsily, as he kissed my forehead, “it’s getting early.” It seemed I blinked, and he was gone. After he left, I woke up several times. The silence seemed heavy, almost solid and it easily pressed me back into sleep.
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The fruit flies come in a flash, the fruit flies multiply in an instant, the fruit flies buzz and bizz making their business all that is rotten.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Fruit Fly infestation.
hard to get but i gotta connect i am a regular cat tryina get not much time so we gotta jet all that while i connect to Cat have we met? common we've done that where you at? is what i'm tryina get i want you, wanna see you striptease do that for a little than get on your knees get down to bizz ness lets get you ******* party like famous this about to get shameless you a tease - i like this, let me hit this such a **** pretty little miss i start out slow then go all the way in you turn me out i'll keep going back in touch your chest i like to lick em bite a little on your ******* catch the rhythm lets get with it let me look at you for just a minute so much heat when you get loose foreplay is over now i cruise down your thighs i gently touch em our bodies touch hearts are punchin your ***** moist? i'll make it wetta i want you moanin, and in sweat, yeah **** me Cat lets make you bounce let me hear your cries and sounds i'll keep going steady bangin i won't stop until you beggin *** on your.. umm keep this a secret you'll feel your body getting weak yo lets have fun and get our freak on *** so hard that you start leakin would you like that? tell me honey ain't **** betta for the money...
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
***
buzz buzz bizz bazz fizz fazz shally wazz fazeem shilly shally fo sheem I'm a beam of light bring forth the maker bring forth the taker let the maker make and the taker take for that is who they are in the grand scheme of things there is no grand scheme its a grand ol dream its a grand ol stream of beams oh beam oh beam we live in a dream within a dream a mise en ebyme a tone within a tone a moan within a moan we live in a cry within a cry we live in a die within a die and it's all a lie within a lie that makes a truth within a truth after all there is no proof there's only me sitting aloof sitting in the booth waiting for my food at the local diner but I've never felt any finer than when I got that lovely shiny shiner I might be what you consider an anti-liner gotta pick up my binder and swing batta batta whisk the batter batter doughhh
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
babble
The News Bizz Turn on the news what do you watch? Buy a newspaper what do you read? Browse an online news site to see what? Download the local news app it says? No matter when or where you get your news No matter the time of day or location On the toilet or in an airliner or in a bar The main reason is why it happened And why you read it Do you want the latest updates in Asia? The latest political happenings in Europe? Military adventures in the Middle East? All of this news is fake and made up The ruling elite chose what happens And the when and the why and make it This is your news made by them To keep us all under control To scare and subjugate us What can we do except wake up? And then are we the news? Nothing but pawns on a board
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May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
The News Bizz
Faygo and ******* **** and a little braded naughty nancy who ain't really named nancy Tom Clansy sheets nasty. ***** nasty. Sheets nasty thats frequent from the New York jogger flopping floppy frogger. She stunk like hose water pan handling cleanly. Oh and touch my weeny weeny from the scene where Scheen bees. Hurt my hind haunches like the stank from the seat where old Ponch sits. Cooties grissle cookies wish, I wished yes betch I ****** up I bet-cha you're a ******* **** that facades as a proof fan because my homie used to use my Moving Van, but ****** I don't know your crow's feet until. Well.Well. Well know until this thesis because I wanted to write how more I **** **** with Rechard Simmons on the Weeknd's Porsche hood with permission because we isn't weight bizz-nitch. I'm itching Oren Ishy Iishi can you open up the crusty crumble, Wait I waxed my ******* ******* waste on bleach. I ******* bleached her *** buster with more catching up then mustard sauce. **** your Oddity I'll grab enough ***** from Fun-yun bags that reak fathered pharamones. Oh. I moaned Oh. Oh. Oh. I moaned.
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Frick Park Faucet Water
You are, Sunlight shining with stars bright, A rare breed. Looking into your eyes has a way of setting me free. We do not surpass time and space, Instead we trace the weathered lines on each others' face. Memories cause us to have those old souls. Nobody knows. We both continue to grow. We ******* glow, When we collide, Our chemicals seem to mix just right. What the **** you even cause me to rhyme.. I don't have rhythm, and i sure as hell can't sing, but with you, with you, I don't feel that sting. I'm over on this flowing **** I'll just be direct and say you're the only one I wanna kick it with. You know that "hit it" bizz As long as you don't quit it quick. Deeper levels entwine Our bodies like vines. Sleeping actually feels right. We fit, we mix, we both like **** I fell off the beat, so yeah, **** it.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
Poor attempts at rap songs?