"bossing" poems
Uhh..,I'm just gonna **** around on this one, lights, camera, action nigga..yoo,Young Ston, of course it's still gone be dat real **** Day trill spit..Yeah That unbelievable **** dawg..my ***** you should already know Dat tho dawg..
Let's go..(Uhh2)..(Yeah2)..
(Lights, Camera, Action3),we filming , we back Yeah, we back man..(Yeah2)..(Lights, Camera, Action3)..Yeah we filming,..yeah we back in business again..Yeah we back man...(Uhh2)..(Yeah2)..(Light Camera Action2)
Yeah ***** we back to filming , no acting..This is a true story yeah a documentary of a young ***** that was broke once, but used his mind to get up outta the struggle...Yeah Young Ston,..Uhh let's get it cracking..(Lights Camera Action*2)..Lights Camera Action *****
Let's get it..Let's go..Let the cameras roll & dont stop filming at all,..Lights ,Camera, Action dawg..Uhh OFTR we ready for whatever, ***** we building an empire, & a palace to relax , smoke & Trap at my ***** let's get back to business, Yeah..(Lights, camera, action..*3)..ain't no stopping, no quitting.. **** all of them doubters ***** they even more disappointed & mad now shit..they shoulda stayed on they hustle instead of waisting time being on my **** dawg.. Ayo.., I came outta no where so prepared like the attack on Pearl Harbor, blasting wisdom nigga..fuck the system ***** its very curropted..
They don't give a **** about us ****** They just want us trapped & blindfolded, but OFTR we breaking free from all of this corruption,..Uhh..
(Lights, Camera, Action*3)
Forget listening to these other ****** music they wack to me, they with the gay agenda, They hypnotizing & brainwashing the youth mane..so forget worshipping those faggets, they ******* **** & bending over just to get a check,...Only Jesus gets my praise..Aye man..
OFTR, no we ain't kissing nobody *** **** the white man, he's Satan, **** a major deal, I don't need that, Naw nigga..I'm bossing myself, forget Bossing around my ***** we all bosses man, I'm helping my ****** out that's tryna get wealthy, my ***** ain't nothing selfish about OFTR, all we ever do is help the people, **** being a celebrity ***** OFTR we all leaders my ***** let's get back to the action..Yeah..Yeah..Aye..Uhh
(Lights, Camera, Action..*3)..nigga get to filming..aye
Only Real ****** get the privilege to **** wit me, I only hang wit (The Family*2)..is my security yo my ***** if you don't like me then stay from round my way..& if you talk bad about my team then you are attempting to get hurt mane, just stay away Cuhz, you dealing wit real gangsters man, no movie, but you can call this The Rise of The ****** Disciple, Imma young ***** that made his own way Yeah..
I be thuggin everyday, I go gangsta on these beats, I be gangsta in these streets, Imma real nigga,Imma Poet, Imma legend, Yeah I'm more than a rapper ***** I'm the Streets Preacher, Yeah mane..(OK*3)..cool,..Let's do it..Uhh..
(Lights, Camera, Action3)..we filming, Yeah (lights, camera, action3)..nigga we back, Yeah ***** we back in business man, Yeah we back to filming again, Yeah we back , nigga,Yeah we back in business man..(Yeah ***** we back*3)..in business again..Aye..
lights , camera, action..yeah (Lights, Camera*2)..action..Lights , Camera, Action..
/(Lights, Camera2)..action../2
(Yeah ***** we back*3)..in business..
Young Ston OFTR
(Yeah nigga3)..(Yeah2)..Uhh
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
a menace
clouds my mind
reminding
all the wrongs
blaming
and berating
bullying
and bossing
so much time goes
listening to his woes
but I have to
you see
because the menace
is me
©2012 Lyn
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
“Wake up and live”
― Bob Marley
Mga mukhang tao pero ugaling hayup,
hindi naman aso pero laging kumakahol.
Mga bastos magsalita,
mas salaula pa sa baboy ang mga putang-ina.
Matataas ang kanilang pinag-aralan
pero bagsak ang grado pagdating sa kagandahang asal.
Sa maiksing salita mga MAL-EDUKADO sila.
Ayaw nila nang sinasagot sila kahit nambabastos sila.
Gusto nila na galangin sila pero wala silang galang sa kapwa nila.
Masyadong mataas ang tingin sa kanilang sarili
kaya sobrang baba kung ituring nila ang iba.
In short, mga HIJO at HIJA DE PUTA sila.
Ang kanilang libangan ay ang pagalitan ang mga nasa ibaba nila.
Hindi sila kailanman pweding magkamali
at hindi nila tatanggapin ang kanilang naging pagkakamali.
Ang ipasa ang sisi d’yan sila dalubhasa na tila ba sanay na manggahasa,
manggahasa ng damdamin ng iba.
Ang paborito nilang motto ay ito “THE BOSS IS ALWAYS RIGHT”.
Mga bossing na saksakan ng kupal hindi pa kayo tamaan ng kidlat.
Sana bumuka ang lupa at lamunin kayong lahat.
Kung totoo ang aswang sana dagitin kayo ng mga manananggal.
Bakit kasi hindi pa kayo dukutin ng mga Tamawo?
Ang mga katulad ninyo ang nagpapahirap sa buhay ng mga maliliit na tao. "You're adding insult to injury."
Dinadagdagan ninyo ang sugat sa kanilang mga dibdib.
Ipinamumukha ninyo lagi kung gaano lang sila kaliit.
Hindi kayo marunong umunawa at maawa
kasi ang alam lang ninyo ay ang mag-utos.
Puro lang pakinabang ang laman ng utak ninyo.
Hindi ninyo alam kung paano mabuhay ng marangal
kasi wala kayong dangal.
Salapi at posisyon ‘yan lang ang gusto ninyo.
Kapag hindi na ninyo napapakinabangan ang isang manggagawa
hindi na n’yo ito pinapansin,
walang pagsalang na inyong binabaliwala.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
Anxiety keeps Depression
Up all night and then
Depression sleeps
All day.
And every day they
Argue over the things they
Did or didn't say
Did or didn't do.
Sometimes they watch
TV together
But they never
Enjoy it.
Anxiety is in college and
Depression doesn't help her
Edit her papers when
She asks nicely.
Depression had a good job
She enjoyed but she ended up
Losing it and now Anxiety
Nags at her to find another.
Neither of them can
Find friends, so even though
They hate each other
They're all they've got.
They keep trying to date
But every time one brings
Home someone else, the
Other scares them off.
Depression is messy
With piles everywhere
But Anxiety keeps the kitchen
Spotlessly clean.
Anxiety can't stop bossing
Depression around
But Depression can't stop pulling
The covers over her head.
Anxiety and Depression
Are roommates
In a mental
Apartment building.
And I'm waiting for Anxiety
To forget to renew the lease
And Depression to be too
Tired to do it herself.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
Dear Big Brother,
Why do you boss me around?
You aren't my mother and
No one treats you as a mother.
Also, why are you so messy?
There is not a contest for
The messiest car,
But if there was
You would pass with
Flying colors.
If you could just try
To be less messy, and
Stop bossing me around,
Life would be amazing and
We would get along much better.
Thank you and please address
These demands as soon as possible.
Love,
Annie
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
I am fucken independent
I don't need you watch over me
I am fucken independent
You don't need to sit over me
I don't want you to play tootsies with me I don't need to be the adult who drinks coffee
I am fucken independent
I wish you will understand
I am fucken independent
I just do what I want to do
I am fucken independent
I don't want you to get in my way
I love life and I don't drink
And I am fucken independent
I don't need my father's ghost
Watching me
I am fucken independent
I don't really want to be told what to do
I am fucken independent
I watch the money I spend
And this day will never end
I am fucken independent
I don't need people bossing me about my money
I am fucken independent
And I make sure I look after myself because I know how to look after myself
I am independent and proud of it
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst type of pessimist.
At heart I'm an optimist, looking past the highest mountains,
trying to reach the sky with the tips of my fingers and
catch the clouds at the base of my palms.
However, in head,
I'm the biggest pessimist
finding the dark spots on the sunniest days,
herding death between the cracks in the concrete.
And the head is like the heart's big sister,
telling her to take a step back and make sure of her actions,
bossing her around, burning out her spark,
leaving the dead of the night with nothing but doubt.
But you've got my lips coated in sugar and
my intentions wrapped in flames.
You've got my heart scrapping its knees and
my head spinning
Because who would've thought
it'd finally meet its match,
unable to hold something down
with two hands and keep it in place.
But both of them are undoubtedly worried,
darling.
They're running for the hills and
finding a place to set camp where you'd never find.
Empty handed and confused, they're still searching and
the only thing going through their thoughts remains to be
*"there's still time to run
there's still time to run
there's still time
just move your feet,
don't look back
and run
as fast as you can."*
gd
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Some people say I’m sheltered
And perhaps that is so
But if that means watching slugs
To shelter I’ll happily go
That’s the way it is in Muskogee
It’s a trip to go and get the news
And the biggest scandal of all
Is when Mr. Scott blew the local fuse.
We just sit and watch the world go by
We still raise the old Union Jack
We still don’t know about foreign policy
We just think I can’t be too late getting back
Got to get the washing in
Got to put the food on the fire
Got to get in from the rain
Livin’ free is our only desire
And to go down to the freehouse
To have a tipple of ale
We know alot about the weather
What to look for in thunder and hail
We just cherish these honest values
We just know no more can be done
When the dark sets in
And we start at the rise of the sun
It’s quiet but it’s nice
The last untapped reserve
Free to do as you wish
The Internet don’t get on your nerves
You just talk to your neighbour
When you want to know
What the sport was last week
And he’d say off to the shop I’ll go
Come back two hours later
With not much really to say
Other than about the chicken he strung
And that ‘rain stopped play’
Being an Oakie from Muskogee
That’s all you had to chew on
You sat and stewed over a brew
Until the rain was gone
Then you were back out and
Sure enough you’d get a laugh
As two old coots tried in vain
To back a tractor down a path.
I here people talking bad
Sayingthe way things ought to be
But life here is good
If they would only come and see
You don’t get no emails
You don’t get no one bossing you
The last place where you can be free
And do what you want to do.
I say do what you want to do!
From An Oakie
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 8:07 AM UTC
I notice you enjoy belittling others, especially, in a crowd. You usurp your authority, giving it very loud.
After being promoted, your head began to swell. If you posses humility, I'm sure no one could tell.
If someone made you angry, everyone seem to know. Why not learn from your mistakes, you still have room to go?
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
As a young budding man I saw my grandma took an offence with the world.
She guarded me well from what she thought could corrupt my mind and later life
About women, she only told me how to win their hearts.
About cooking she told not to come close to the smoke chambers, it never meant for men.
Let your woman sit whatever way she feels free in the kitchen, let her feel there is no watchtower over her head, you're suffocating her.
Let her wipe her running nose with her dress, let her dry the sweat with her hands.
Let her scratch whatever part of her body that needs the attention of her nails.
Let the air pass through her, let the air escape her freely without feeling embarassed of the presence of a watchman.
Let her feel comfortable with everything scattered in the kitchen while in the business of mixing different raw foods to what can make her house be strong.
And my grandma added that when she is let to do all these things, the food will be nice and enjoyable.
Because she said a woman has only three places to feel freely, in the bathroom, in the kitchen and in the bedroom but it is only in the kitchen she does her important things in the open.
Never get use to buying food stuffs to your wife, give her the money and let her do the shopping herself, for she must be able to know what you, her and the rest like, she knows what food made men strong.
All these things made women what they were, they made women lay strong foundation of love, hope and growth, for men are only good at bossing when it comes to family matters, women are good at making things happen.
Such women made their men feel strong worthy, respected and responsible and their egoes elevated.
But todays woman feels like she is the other man in the house, she wants a man to cook, wash the plates, change the nappies all in the name of 'LOVE', what again do they call it? LOVE, God forbid.
As men we need to let women be women and you be you as men, for with the growth of time men's esteen has gone to its record low.
Men, women, lets make it possible to work for us for we can only be what we are!
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
Reasonsonal
You had to see it to believe it in the call centre
How you had to queue up twice in the lines
To hand in your bag and phone
Mard **** f*cking security guards thinking they're God
Elevated to a lofty status beyond you and me
Who the f*ck do these twoddles think they are?
Donald **** F*cking Trump?
At least he's a really rich ********
The fake guards bellow and strut and act all important
'Put your cellphones, ifones, laptops, computers and TVs here!'
Another plastic guard joins the litany:
'And form a separate line and place your bags here!'
Well f*ck me six times with three hookers
I don't wanna queue up two f*cking times!
I wanna go home and drink my warm ****** English beer!
'You there! Don't put your gadget in your bag. You must queue up twice. You can't buck the system. We're smart and know all the tricks!'
Off to the back of the second flaming line
I will never ever queue up here again
Nor ever give the smarmy guards another chance to feel like God
Bossing me about and being **** wannabes
They're manning the desk in Reasons Call Centre and are all plonkers
***** their little mind games and rules
I'm resigning from my crap job to be a tank driver
Then I'll ****** show them who's boss...
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
His dumb witted brain,
No clarity in what he says,
Bossing around like I'm his slave,
What does he think I am?
What does he want to prove?
I'm not his servant
nor his
maid,
He can't tell me what to do,
Boss me around the way he usually does,
Obstinate, selfish
spoiled brat,
I can do whatever I feel like.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
You keep asking me to come back to you
I can't because I don't love you
But also because
I can't forget you hitting me
Or bossing me around.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC