"bummy" poems
A message for you young truckers,
You long lovers,
You schmucks, ***** and go-getters...
This is as good as it gets.
The truth is, school *****
And so does your 9 to 5 part-time job,
But this is the time to find prime opportunities to get carried away and run
To say all the wrong things at all the right seconds
And to never, EVER get caught drinking your parents' ***
Be bummy, be a druggy, be a top score, or be the eye sore of the student body
But you will never be nobody...
You will NEVER be nobody.
Let somebody tell you they don't remember your name,
Then give that chump a reason to never forget
Because in this game of high school social status, there's no such thing as a winner
And you deserve whatever respect you let people neglect you of.
**** 10 year reunions, that cute girl in math class still won't think of you
Unless you act now, before you're ten years too late.
If you want something, you better learn to work for it,
Because these are the easy years, the queazy years, the "let's ditch and smoke a bleezy" years.
And before you know it, you'll be tap dancing on a keyboard when you should be working
Warning the youngins that their glory years are just about done.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
Bummy, Dodie and Leo Temple Step nose
in the Charlotte Street parlance, that's how it goes
there's Gibby and Tad and Scotchamarra too
a stout crowd, mixed and matched like the zoo
Here in these streets of cobble-stoned walking
It's fearless mouths that do all the talking
Upstarts and startups were birthed from this place
Ever so measured, all joined the race
Find them anywhere you travel or happen to be
There is a Bronx brother or sister easy to see
With that particular accent, pinched and plain
Welcome sounds that seem so germane
My mind wanders back to those black and white days
When all we could see was this intricate maze
Speaking from all parts and places
Faces in colors, religions, and races
A happier time perhaps we lived through
Hard to tell considering now, what seems due
For all of you, from wherever you start
Remember, the whole is more than the sum of its parts
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
I waz hip-hop since I b in mi mamas womb
Spittin’ sum rhyme, will give u dat tune
Yo, he spit da raw
No need 2 prove anymore
I’m scratchin’ ‘bout, I’m bummy in a downtown shelter
No use complaining ‘bout wat life I’ve been dealt, nah
Hit em hard, every generation gotta do wat ya do
Cuttin’ up fresh is da word, new kid on da block, could b u
It’s how u survive in da hood
No layin’ ‘bout, stand up like a real man should
Don’t want 2 sleep on no choo choo train, no more
Then get off ya RRRs, do sum thing like neva b4
From da Juice Crew 2 Mr Magic, down in Boogie Down Bronx Queensbridge is da place 2 b near, it all interlocks
More MCs drank da water drippin’ down from around here
Than any udder crib, in da hole ******* world, ya hear
So trekkin’ from youth, 2 B.ing @ 1520 Sedgwick Avenue
I’m now livin’ in fcukin’ Wonderland, if only Alice really knew
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
roses are red...violets are blue...sugar is sweet.whats that got to do with you?your more like honey add grahams and your crummy..its a bummy poem..cause i aint gat no money..no dough for a bunnie a sure no show for the cunn*..as u lay in bed at least let me rub up ya tummy..instead u call jack..damn this girl slack..this was pose to be a happy valentine..but obviously i've been stabbed in the back...Love?I must be on crack..if it knocks on my door i take the broom and give it a wack..and while its on the floor set my dogs to attack...love flows from my paper stack so the more it grows the more i feel intact..real recognize real..telling you how i feel bout dat...so to love maybe one day riding the backs of a dove..or late night / early morning after the club drunk and hi with no glove..however i am to again become entrapped..not worrying about stray arrows from cupid..this time im strapped...leave him on the floor dead..the day love died is the day an angel bled..yet still I'll love you forever despite all ive said...i'll love you forever or unleast until were dead
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
Gotta make that money
Till it' sunny
Cause honey doesn’t
Want to be with no brother that’s bummy
But once you go black you never go back cause
I got more Mack that a apple computer
I just have to stay
Hungry, humble and honest
And my future will be brighter than the moons of Jupiter
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
My forevers last half the time
So I hope you won't be mad if I
Give you all of me so that you can see it all
Every laugh line, broken hearted, altruistic flaw
My hopeless romantic, spastic, haphazard philosophy
Cluttered, caustic, over-cautious thoughts that always bothered me
The way I hide behind these platitudes
And my off and on bummy mother ******* attitude
Maybe shed some light on my enigmatic self esteem
Like how I want to be somebody else but not if that somebody isn't me
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
there's always something
at least one thing
that i do, or say, or think
that someone else finds
morbid, or off-beat or odd
why does it matter to them?
why must you announce it to the world
like you have the authority to do so?
because let me tell you,
you don't
but you still have the raging audacity to do it
so what if i like staring at the moon
and telling it
my life goals and dreams
no one else cares enough to hear it. i can't just let it sit there and not be known. someone has to hear me out. so He mind as well.
so what if i happen to bite my lip so hard
that it bleeds a little and i always fidget with my necklace and ring.
i'm nervous. i'm anxious. i have anxiety! i can't help it, and i don't even notice when i do it.
so what if i stick to myself a lot. and i'm often quiet and dress comfortable and "bummy" sometimes.
i come here because i have to and for myself. not for you to ridicule me because what i'm wearing this certain day. because news flash, i honestly do not even remember you guys have a class with me until i see you again. i honestly don't care and i'm not trying to attract you, trust me.
and so what if i tend to cover my arms a lot! and always wear jackets and sweaters and such.
why does it even MATTER to you?! it shouldn't. i have a skin condition and sometimes i don't feel comfortable. you don't even stop to think about that, but it's okay. i don't even want you to consider it.
my words should not concern you
unless my lips speak of your name
or if something about you happens to
tumble out of my mouth
my actions should not concern you
unless i am physically or mentally
hurting you
or another being
and my thoughts definitely should NOT concern you
because i definitely do not really think about you
when i leave
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
My heart aches
My body is sore
I lose sleep
Or sleep more
It makes me sick to my tummy
And I'm so tires of always felling bummy
With all this added stress
My world is a huge mess
What is this that I feel
And why don't I seem to heal
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
i’m the queen
of the piece of *****
with unlimited potential.
they line in my court,
mostly bummy musicians
with their ****** guitars
and voices smooth as silk.
some wear glasses,
books tucked under their arms,
Nietzches rambling about
the death of god.
others conceal lighters
in their ***** packs
along with keys to old subarus
with kayaks on top,
and a stash of grass.
i knight them
in parades-
the gentlemen of
the modern age.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
It's really fucken bummy
beautiful writing developing in mind
feeling sparks in heart
knowing people will relate
expressing yourself, speaking in general
or so you'd hope
once your hands taken off
your pen becomes lost
scribbling its own thoughts
nothing like you even thought
ending up a writing , that was meant for anybody
to a writing involving our times together
feelings and memories i thought had passed
lighted eyes, sparked mind
feelin hurt to discover im not really over
thanks to my hand taking over
telling what my heart is still mourning over
thought i lost this heart ,
but my hand reveals its still in place
writings always becoming you
**** im such a fool
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC