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David Nelson Jun 2010
I'm Gonna Get You Sucker

you've been giving me a mouthful
steppin on my crack
tired of your *******
tellin you get back
don't stick those lips out at me
no don't show me how to pucker
if you don't give me room
I'm gonna get you sucker

you complain all the time
you love to **** and moan
your words are cuttin into me
all the way to the bone
I'm not your steppin stone
I'm no mother-trucker
but if you don't get outa my face
I'm gonna get you sucker

you want more than I can give
you call me a grunge
you think you can just give a squeeze
and drain me like a sponge
I try my best to tune you out
but you're like a bronco-bucker
get your *** off my back
or I'm gonna get you sucker

Gomer LePoet...
Jonalyn cajefe Nov 2018
GOLDEN DAYS GONE BY

JONALYN CAJEFE

It was good to hear you laugh again

When i called you on the phone

For it took me back to days gone by

When the bushland was our home. 

The bush became our homestead

It mothered us as well

And we would laugh each day away

Till the years began to tell. 

Remember the station truck we bogged

In the middle of the night? 

When you stepped in a muddy hole

And sank right out of sight. 

The time that my bike's trew me

And i landed on my head? 

You stood around without a sound

Quite sure that i was dead.

But i slowly raised a dusty eyelid

And gave you a silly grin

Then you cracked a joke and caught the moke

And legged me on again. 

The time when a young bull chased me

And i stumbled and fell

Then it kicked me and it horned me

And stomped on me as well. 

Or the day when we took that bucker 

To the soft sand in the creek

Then ******* the two of us climbed on

We laugh for a ****** week. 

Remember when we met those Sheila's 

In a pub whilst on a spree? 

We said we owned a station 

In the Northern territory. 

That i was a young lord so and so

And you some Arab princess 

But i dont think they believed us

For we haven't seen em since. 

Or when we loaded our bike's up our pack

Getting ready for a trip

And a great red hornet came along 

And stung her on the hip.!

Our swags and bags all went flying

Straight up towards the sky

And ive never seen a bucker since

That could buck so ****** high. 

Yes they were good old days alright! 

Those golden days gone by

When we were mates together

Yeahh ****** good mates 

You and I...
~J. C~
unnova Oct 17
When a star dies
It explodes in a pond of colour
It's glow traverses the unforgiveness of time
And a voice pronounces your name

I am far from what I muse live
Haunted by a curse of my fate
But still enchanted by your existence
Never ceasing to burn the candle of my reason

I dream of your famished touch
Your skin labored by perfection
As an artist, you create an ethereal beauty
As an artist, I preserve your beauty with words

You exist only in my lonesome thoughts
My dreams are a bucker
How could you be so far away
If only you are my serenity

Your name is an hymn for love
Star will forever self-destruct
With the hope to become you
The existence of the eternal muse

— The End —