"canya" poems
Hey mate didja
G’day bloke wouldja
Yo girlfriend canya
Yeah I thinkya oughta
Farkin’ inquisishin ain’t it
Leavus alone won’t ya
Youse gotta hide busta
She'd've seenus would’ve she
How’d ya be cob
‘twasn’t him inner face
Iffa ask her
She’d teller noway
Givus a ganda bud
Who’d’ve thought eh
Why’d he stick ‘is nose in
‘tisn’t nar buddy’s bisness
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
The chinwag,carpetbag of nagging mobile phones with tones that make me want to puke,take a look they make me sick,pick a number any number betya someone dumber picks another,brother canya spare a dime,buy me tea I got no time to talk with you and that's what mobiles always do,
take and take put on the brake before we're took,well, *** and that is texty awful **** if you're made that way, say what you think and think no more,a mobile's just another *****
I swore I wouldn't buy one,try one get one free but the ****** is,
mobiles are me.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
Do you like paranoia or
does it annoya and canya
avoid it
do yu know how it feels
how the deck of cards deals
and
whenya fall for never in the ever
wherever that be
will you see the doppleganganger, do you hear it
echo there
I can bear it, wear it on my flamin' heart, but
do you see me
doubling down
am I
the one
am I the clown
do you like
Paranoia?
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC