"colgate" poems
sweat runs slithering snake
down neck.
should i
brush
my teeth again?
fridged food i haven’t forgot
chewed up
dental floss
goes between
teeth like
love
trying to ruin its way in.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
glasses 'you look beautiful'
her teeth are a little yellow, she
brushes in the morning. somehow
they're still a Colgate white. she mouths
Iluvu eyes squint quiet smile arches it's
spine and finger caresses the barely stubble of my face. her blonde peach fuzz mini moustache tilts left and kisses false worry, charisma. she takes
it as insult when I read line about peach
fuzz moustache. obligatory insult *shes a
woman, women don't have moustaches
haha* she stretches like a resting cat and
returns to thought as my suicide
hangover crunches into a headache of
blind relief
relief
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Itaas na ang bandera at iwagayway
Iharap pababa sa mga naglulupasay
Dito magsisimula
Ang pagkuha ng retrato
Dito magsisimula
Ang pagkuha ng “selfie”
Sa pagtunog ng isang “click”
Ay makukuha ang atensyon mo,
Maaaliw ka,
Mabibighani’t mapapatingin
At tila pag kumukuha ka ng retrato
Ay ikaw ang pinakamaganda
Sa naglalakihang lente na nasa screen
Sa pagtunog ng isang “click”
Ay mapapangiti ka
Photogenic daw, ika nga
At sa pagkatapos lagi ng mga ito
Ay mawawala nalang bigla
Na tila nagsusuot ka ng antipas
Tuwing nakangiti nagpapakuha ng retrato
Sa pagtunog ng isang “click”
Ay mag aayos ka
Magpapagwapo’t magpapaganda
At tila isa itong contest
At kailangan ikaw ang pinakamaganda
At sa pagkatapos nito
Ay titignan mo kung nadaig mo ba sila
Ngunit bakit ikaw na hindi naman kumukuha ng retrato
Ay tila nagiging isang kodak o kamera
Na sa tuwing tumitingin ako sayo ay tila makukuhanan ako ng retrato
Na tuwing nakikita kita, wala mang click, ay titingin ako sa mga mata mo na tila lente ng kamera
Sa paglapit mo saakin
Ay makukuha mo ang atensyon ko,
Maaaliw ako, mabibighani’t mapapatingin
At tila pag kasama kita
Ay wala akong mahiling
Kundi ang patigilin ang oras
Para manatili sa piling mo
Ngunit bakit kapag nasa iyo ang atensyon ko
Ikaw ay nakatingin naman sa iba
Hindi ang pagiging nandito ko ang tumatakbo
Sa munting isip mo, kundi siya
Sa paglapit mo saakin
Ay mag aayos akong bigla
Magpapagwapo o magpapaganda
At tila isa itong contest
Na kailangan madaig ko siya
Pero parang hindi ko kaya
Dahil kahit kailan hindi ko madadaig siya
At kahit na gaano mo pa ako lapitan
Siya parin ang magiging malapit dahil sa kariktan
At ako ay maiiwan sa alon ng pag-iisa
Sa paglapit mo saakin
Ay mapapangiti ako
Lalabas ang mga ngipin
Na tila nasa isang patalastas ako ng colgate
Ngingiti
At ngingiti lang
Ngunit sa likod ng mga ngiting ito
Ang tinatago ko ay luha
Mga luha na hindi ko ninanais na makita mo
Sanhi ng simula mo ‘kong paasahin
Mga luha na pinili kong itago mula sa’yo
Dahil alam ko rin naman na hindi mo ito papansinin
Hindi ka naman kodak na itinataas ko
Ngunit bakit pakiramdam ko ay nakatingin ka saakin pababa
Habang ako’y nasasaktan at nagluluksa
At sa pagtapos ko ng piyesang ito
Ang tanging hiling ko lamang ay
Mga retrato na maaaring itabi
Dahil nag uumapaw na ang mga mata kong gusto nang matuyo
Itaas na ang bandera at iwagayway
Iharap pababa sa mga naglulupasay
Dito magtatapos
Ang pagkuha ng retrato
Dito magtatapos
Ang pagkuha ng “selfie”
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Crest the best
**** Colgate
Crest the best
Got great taste
Clean your teeth
Bright and white
Clean your teeth
Every night
Buy that Crest
Colgate's waste
Buy that Crest
Best toothpaste
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
Look in the camera with the colgate smile
sound concerned even when you aren't.
Tell them that someone famous just died.
Don't fumble, you're LIVE.
Get the story before anyone else
or wave your career a goodbye.
Two minute break
Sip that water and put that make up on.
Manipulate the public
and your legacy shall live on.
Humiliate the politicians till they
can stand no more.
Sound vaguely interested
when you're bored.
Display the public ranting,
the promotion is yours.
Get your sources lined up
take down the unimportant notes.
Write about the bodies which were blown up
but your boss wants more.
Shove the mic in their face.
Demand reasons behind this failure we embrace.
Exaggerate the words said by a famous mind.
In place of truth fill it with lies.
You dared to step in the public's misery.
You were just another journalist desperate for a story.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Inhale and it hurts to breathe
Stale air burns like cigarettes
It doesn't get better when you leave
Inhale ashes as regrets
Chorus:
You're my Marlboro man
I'll buy you another pack
To dry your tar black core
Your secondhand smoke
Signals a heart attack
It's just so **** hard for me to be
The one thing that you need
I'm your gas station queen
I'll do anything you please
Baby, you're my nicotine dream
Warm words singe my tongue
I wash my mouth out with green Colgate
Battling this addiction can't be won
Bitter and sharp, it's a taste I hate
Chorus:
You're my Marlboro man
I'll buy you another pack
To dry your tar black core
Your secondhand smoke
Signals a heart attack
It's just so **** hard for me to be
The one thing that you need
I'm your gas station queen
I'll do anything you please
Baby, you're my nicotine dream
Hair covered with soot and spark
It was your plan to break me down in parts
Crimson flames burn in the dark
It was your plan to intoxicate me from the start
Chorus:
You're my Marlboro man
I'll buy you another pack
To dry your tar black core
Your secondhand smoke
Signals a heart attack
It's just so **** hard for me to be
The one thing that you need
I'm your gas station queen
I'll do anything you please
Baby, you're my nicotine dream
Light up your last drag
I'm the best you'll ever have (x2)
Inhale and it hurts to breathe
Stale air burns like cigarettes
It never gets better when you leave
Inhale ashes as regrets
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
Saturday morning cartoons in the late 80's
Beeeeeep
Beeeep
Beep!
Blankets get thrown
Quick yawn and a stretch
And I'm gone.
Run to the cabinet grab my rescuer's toothbrush and colgate.
Its the total complete toothpaste
Brushing frantically in the pantry and I grab the frosty flake
You know they're Greeeeeeeat.
Get to the sink and rinse with a swift swish and a spit.
Done with that, as I dig through the drawers for my plastic Punch Bowl.
Pour in the entire box of cereal and a half gallon of liquid gold
6:53am tap the power button on the remote control, stack all the pillows and blankets in the middle of the room, 5 min left till my favorite shows
7am and it begins, Spider-man and his amazing friends 7:30 and its the Wonder Twins
Commercial break for school house rock,
go take a ****
then switch my cereal to cookie crisp
8am silver hawks and the copper kid,
8:30 voltron black lion forms the head
While thunder cats at 9am battle Mumm-Ra the un-dead
930 pound puppies that was my thing
Bright eyes, violet, and cooler was the man
When 10am came that meant the shows were coming to an end.
That half-hour reserved for Prince Adam of Eternia better known as He-man
And the last of the shows came after 1030 to 11o'clock. Here came "the Little's" cuz the Little's don't stop.
The sunlight peaking through the blinds, 11 years old, cereal all gone spazzed on a sugar rush, Waiting to play with my cousins.
Grandma picks me up from uncle Gary then off to Dain and Tony for destruction, bike race, GI Joe and burgers from Rally's
Those were the days
The good ol days
-Alexis J. Meighan-
July 13 at 8:11pm ·
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
Paul Masson.
Hot sauce.
Colgate - old and stale
as puke.
Grease.
Newports.
Former head.
Recovery.
Country dirt.
Pecans.
Cotton.
A black fist held high.
Hope that one day
he'll be able to fit his ex-wives
into a nice,
cordial sentence.
Love.
Real love.
Man love.
Type love that kicks *** when it has to.
Sears cologne,
OG ****
Some Christianity,
but not a lot,
not nauseating
and obnoxious,
more like
quiet
and
almost not there.
More Masson.
More Newports.
Gold fillings;
the Midas Touch
on his tongue;
the ability
to blind you
in the glow of his breath.
Rotten *****
Real rotten.
Rotted to viral nostalgia
because it tastes
like ****
and makes him lick the roof
of his mouth
to get that smell
out,
just to make
room
for it
again.
Chitlins.
Obama's saliva.
Collard greens
with all the vinegar
and red pepper
in Satan's *******
Herman Cain's armpits.
Fear
for
me.
Love
for
me.
Power.
Former riverboat
porter.
The smell of rich white men
that talked about
*******
while he stood
stoically.
Strength
like
you've never
smelled before.
Human.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC
IT WAS SOME SORT OF DREAM and for a second time in my life I worked at a McDonald's but this time it was a McDonald's out of a Philip K. **** novel.. a hoveryvibe with this strange baby-blue tint to the walls that sat so quaint and silent reminding the subconscious of aliens or restaurants at the end of the universe... there was a long cyborg tube that spiraled into crafted spritz almost made to look broken and being one of the strangest parts of the dream. working at a McDonald's again made me physically ill and I could taste ***** in my mouth but for some reason it felt like only moments before I had been quietly lying next to a male lover (co-worker with a Colgate smile that tipped his lips to haunt me) and as I leaned in to kiss him, stomach swelling with the lovers melancholic ecstasy, he began to fade, his lips presings softly to mine collision shape-to-one-another as he vomited a little with no loss to his Colgate beauty (I thought him dying or skipping a day of high-school?) fading away slooowwwllyyy to be replaced by that cyborg tube with me standing above it spitting that same kind of spit which forecasts a violent throw-up from the bottom of a wretch gut. I could see the little spritz made to look broken becoming spider-webbed with my saliva until finally the ***** propelled itself from my throat and I collapsed to the ground somehow still looking in only to awake to my alarm clock - - - wheel around in bed to hear music.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
Pitch-black and silent; another two am asylum.
And I found myself reaching for another tube of toothpaste
only to pray it didn't taste like you.
Yet a sigh of relief was matched with a sigh of despair
as I came to the realization
that I was losing my grip on a lot of things about us.
Even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to remember
most of our defining angles and edges
that were once so sharp.
So I scoured the stars this late at night
only to lose touch with gravity
and to hear my mind yelling back through the void,
*"you should have known,
you should have known."*
They say smell is the closest sense to memory,
but I was so sure that after all this time
the taste buds on my tongue
could still decipher the fibres from your mint mouth.
But in that moment, I couldn't remember
that you had already forgotten about me before the sun even set.
gd
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Sunlight seeps in
glass windows all
and yet with blinds drawn,
"click'..put on
the electric light,
gives a worthy feeling,
of course
sort of false pride!
The mirror reflects
a haunted look
insomnia
on the face,
mirror, mirror tell me true
so saying
put on more lipstick
more rouge and mascara
Nina Ricci perfume!
Toothpaste
Colgate advanced formula,
or else brushing futile
breakfast cereals
latest blends
tea labelled "Twining"
I-phone pocketed,
boutique shop clothes
stilettos clicking
you get started
feeling good
racing the sports car,
race as if
borrowed happiness
will escape,
its after all
everyday happiness
on a lucky credit card
older bills
still pending,
still pending!!
and yet
these everyday happiness
keeps you going!
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
*My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
And now We roam in Sovreign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him
The Mountains straight reply -
And do I smile, such cordial light
Opon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it’s pleasure through...
-Emily Dickinson*
And I do smile, the white bright Colgate chiclets
stretch under my lips. The crooked thing, the
clever turn of my mouth,
we all pass a point in life when this is a means to an end.
Stop. Do not collect 200.
Again. Again, I thought "Send me straight to hell"
because it's not fair for me to feel this way any more.
I want to shoulder the brunt of it and throw it up and down,
white linens to the wind.
A dramatization of who I have come to be,
fueled and fired by alcohol and lack of sleep.
A stuck Lipton in the vending machine,
"I want to start a social movement of direct experience"
Sure. We'll do that. Let me get back. . .
let me get back to this blue screen for a bit. I want a change.
I want to see some change! Let's throw our
phones away and start over. Depression falicitates our
efforts, but I had my pleasure. I had my kicks though.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Don't give me that
Smack me with a brick
before you flash that
Colgate smile
Take your eager flight
to your far off place
and leave me to
my sugar coated
shards of glass.
{Flight Departing At: 9:30AM}
Remember when we would sing
to the radio
and laugh because
we didn't
know
the lyrics?
{baggage}
or the time
{security}
{Take off shoes. Remove Belt}
you cried
in my bed?
{How many bags are you checking in today?}
we both got so
sunburned once
you had the imprint of your
tank-top
on your back and
I thought my
nose
would fall off
{Flight Itinerary}
{Drivers License}
we rushed through
sushi
and I accidentally ate
too much wasabi
{Is anyone sitting there?}
awkwardly held on to each other
on top of that concrete sculpture of a
cat
or was it a
pig?
{Airplane Mode}
ran to the
beach and climbed that really uncomfortable rock?
{sleep}
I was so
content
next to
you
{Silence}
{Fasten seat belts}
{Baggage claim}
there was a time when we made each other
happy.
you had to move.
All the way to good Ol' North Carolina.
It was a
chance we took.
What we had was only temporary
A looming date.
At some point
@ some airport in San Francisco
you would leave
me
at 9:30AM.
{gone with the clouds}
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
we can’t get out of bed. there hasn’t been
one time where you saw the light before i did -
maybe once, when you
swore to make me eggs for breakfast, scrambled
with just a little bit of milk.
i taste your morning breath but when you kiss me
it’s always Colgate. i like your morning breath
more than any brand of toothpaste
it tastes like you
not some pharmaceutical company ******
who still remembers the beginning anyway
my cries flooding the clinical tiles
maybe my mother held me like a
gemstone towards the new sun, but
who still remembers the beginning anyway
the eggs run different the second time you make them
you laugh, same crusty eyes, same fading patience as we cross 12 noon:
no one stays the same,
not even eggs
some days are gold and silver.
some days i tumble out of bed with yesterday’s bad hair
and you wake up late,
and the eggs are different,
and i taste your morning breath, but
when i stagger home onto the couch and hurl my dress across the room and
can’t turn on the tv when i’m starfish face down on the floor
you are always
weary,
ready
to hand the remote to me.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
Kaleidoscopes
pushed the music
through our bodies
in triangles of ebony,
purity,
hope
and confusion.
I could lose you
in the music,
you could lose me
in the bass
and destruction
of ear-dums.
What thumps
inside us?
as we thump genitals,
and ride
against each other
over interlocked
thighs.
Put me in your lips
more than your
put your own tongue.
Wet me
with a burst
of love so jarring
it could break my mind.
Because I like to put
two fingers
on your breastbone
and pull down
your shirt
so that I can see more.
And you like to grab me
harder
than
anyone
has
grabbed
before.
And the pain
of love
is all about grabbing,
about having
possession
in the middle of a club
hopping on mushrooms.
We get closer,
judging our distances
by how little we see
the kaleidoscopes
of broken light
and reformed blues, reds, greens and
yous.
We judge distance
by our stale Colgate breath
and drunk tongues.
We judge distance
by how close
our hearts have become
when we know nothing else
but drunk love.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
It’s getting to be that
I gotta get ****** just to go
Super market shopping these days.
Medication de rigueur,
Just to brave the dazed & demolished
Faces of forlorn fiends,
Those 400 SAT score & scoured souls
Stuck all this time in the
Lower middle classes.
Down for the count,
A toothpaste tube-squeezing cohort,
Squishing out the last dollop
Of Colgate Optic White
From their menial, un-redemptive misery;
Caught on a crumbling ledge,
Soon to fall even lower--
Darwin’s social Ziggurat
Still happily-ever-crazy,
After-all-these-years.
Meanwhile, the rich,
The few, that lucky few,
Get ever more clever, ever more rich,
Devising sinister tricks & subterfuges,
To wit: exterminate inflation
While simultaneously jacking prices,
Higher prices weekly.
Double-digit inflation:
The Obama Administration’s
Best kept Official Secret.
Meanwhile the poor know better,
Grow more bitter each day.
It's not even subtle anymore.
Everything costs more.
Everything is expensive
When you have no money to buy.
Roaming the grocery aisles,
Predator packs,
Reminiscing the good old days,
When a job seemed a birthright,
Apple pie: no longer as American as . . .
Dazed and ragged like Zombies,
They roam the cornucopia,
Carnal grins on ravenous lips,
“Clean-up on Aisle 5,”
Screams the cashier.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
Pushing through the tourists
the sounds and scents of a bazaar
flood my body,
until I wake up to find it's all a dream.
What madness.
I've pulled away from my bed,
dug my fingernails into the corners of my eyes
and bitten my nails to the dull news that its
12 o'clock and even the ******* trucks have
left their skidmarks on the road behind.
While a yawn fights the tightness in the joins
of my lips i'm embraced by a slow numbness
that's familiar.
It's the rough teeth of another hangover
immune to colgate.
Its another day of shame hanging to my forehead,
sighing a tired **** off to moisturiser.
In the mirror I look like the anti-man and
I feel I should ask
if a gorgon once stared into the same mirror
and left just a stone behind.
I look myself in the anti-man's eyes
and we listen to our mantra -
Be a human.
Cast out the magic
in your fingertips.
Let the dust fly out
and become the Midas
of glitter.
Be a man and beat
the job market, stiffen up
To this pantomime and
through your black eyes
blink back the sweat
of every empty promise you've ever made .
Be a girl and
dress like you want to
in bodycon and heels.
Lets the long hair fall
down your back
and believe you're pretty.
Please be something,
because I won't I wake up tomorrow
and find its all a dream
I'm just an animal boy.
I feel the cold granite of my skin.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hidden meanings foreshadow the gradient eminence off campus,
Stampless letters to be sent to thine dearest of ones!! Mother's hold thy daughter's, for you've lost your youngest son!!!!
Extensive Colgate frames to cover thy soulgaited plains,
Where fewest of animals hath roamed!!
Your caught in scrimmage,
Still Soo unsure if your found or lost at home!!!
Paceth back to and forth as far as thy walls will take you,
Where reprobate minds will break you,
Where loan sharks will rewrite tunes,
Sharking is their key to Finnish game!!!
They feeleth no Elysium,
Their one to thy flame!!!!!
Trilateral thinking freely turns negative,
Primitive to all known consistencies,
Bleeding at thy gums?
Third world indecently!!!
Misconstrue thine own miserly pull,
Galoot of what's not thine own!!!!!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
In my mind, I'm putting all the things that remind me of you in a box to leave in the back shelf of my unconscious until these things have changed from objects of dispair, to ones I can look back on and smile about rather than frown - maybe not now, but somewhere, sometime, somehow hopefully soon:
a box of Cheerios because they were your favourite,
Colgate toothpaste because that's what you tasted like,
the notes you left in my locker when you used to pass by every morning,
a cantaloupe because "soft fruits help you kiss better,"
almonds, and nuts in general, because you always talked about bulking diets and were a little nuts to be honest,
a pair of Sperry's because you wore them with everything,
a movie ticket because that was our first "date," and you worked at the local theatre,
a hockey stick because you loved the sport with all your heart,
a CD with a single track on it: Let Her Go by Passenger because you told me that was your favourite song and I hope it's the one you listen to when thinking about me,
and last but certainly not least,
a vile of the scent you wore every single day that I could never manage to decipher even up to now.
- g.d.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
I never asked for this
But when does anybody get what he asks for
or knows what he wants
or what he is chosen for
I only see people
behaving like circus monkeys
not even trained tigers have that look
a tiger is a tiger till death
be careful
It is only your life at stake
too much tolerance breeds blandness
dust under the rug
chatter and gossip
vomited on the radio, the news
injecting fear and chocolate blood
without any risk
spreading only a rotten stench
as if joy meant showing your colgate smile
just like a giant billboard telling you to let go
of the fight
not to resist and become like Mikey Mouse
with four fingers and the grin of death
****** got more style
I’d rather listen to an angry *****
than any anchor woman
or any senator
than any businessman
or lecturer, teacher, parent
I’d rather be depressed
or with a pain in my stomach
like the one I felt when a
frustrated love
told me...
"never change"
when I expected something else
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
I lost my tooth brush two days ago,
But I didn’t trace where it went,
But now I am standing at the patio
On the edge of the open balcony,
Beholding another wonder of the world;
My dog, which I named Jimmy James,
Is holding my yellow tooth brush in its forepaws
The Colgate toothpaste frothing its mandibles
It has inserted the brush into its jaws,
Brushing its teeth with earnest of man,
Brushing in and out, all its teeth
From incisors to canine, premolars to molars
As it artfully spit out the bloodied froth of paste,
It has now walked to the water tub, and ****** loose
The tub lock to open , water is now pouring out in a curve
My dog is tapping the water into its bucal cavity,
Behold it gurgles water in its mouth repeatedly
It spits out trash and repeats the humanly act,
It now hides my brush by stuffing it below the loose sand,
As it opens its mouth to flag and wag its long tongue
Breathing in a tremor to my sight of its teeth,
that are now milk white without a spot,
the success it only ekes on the thievish move
against my toothbrush and dear toothpaste.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I wonder if they knew,
Or did they just blow their cue,
That the children locked in those cages
Were treated so outrageous?
And though it strains belief
They couldn’t even brush their teeth
Nor, use a bar of soap to bathe
Yet they’re who Marvin Gaye said save!
They present an opportunity
For the Colgate brand to be
Their toothpaste of choice
If their mouths are full of it when moist
Colgate at least should try
To be their sole source of supply
They could give those kids some hope
With their toothpaste and some Soap
Imagine that being your child,
Commercial ready with a Colgate smile
Do you get what I mean?
Like Outkast says, “So fresh and so clean.”
We can stop this insanity
With just a little humanity
And furthermore we can explore.
Not having them sleep on a floor
Beginning with a Colgate smile
We can turn back the dial,
And stop those family separations
For those caught in border migrations
They’re simply seeking a better life
An escape from the toil and strife
And crazy as it might seem
They bought into the American Dream
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
Oh, she used to smile. That smile.
That smile that could light up the entire world.
That smile that could win a Nobel Peace Prize.
That smile that could make someone blind.
She was so happy; or was she?
That smile was her Mask.
Her way of hiding from the world.
She smiled that real fake smile.
That smile that could knock a boy off his feet.
That smile that could advertise Colgate.
That smile that could save the depressed.
Or was she the one who was depressed?
At night, that smile turns to a needle;
Pricking her everywhere.
Her lips, her arms, her thighs
but especially her eyes.
Each ***** and it bleeds.
Her eyes bleed tears but
her wrists bleed blood.
Now, her lips are sewn together,
Slow to bulge.
They ask her,
“Why don’t you smile anymore?”
She stares coldly at them,
Almost in a confused manner.
Then she answers them,
“You let me fall.”
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Now here's a handy little tip I came across by chance,
While visiting the bathroom as a lad home from a dance.
I was a little worse for alcohol, so have to be forgiven,
For the odd thoughts that occur to me when I am ***** driven.
I was there to give my teeth a brush and stood in fear of death,
As I had to get some mint on board before mum smelt my breath.
So I loaded up my toothbrush and I’d squeezed a good supply,
When I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye.
Well, I turned around quite slowly just in case it was a mouse.
For I'd seen them in the garden twice, but never in the house.
I was set to do the pouncing stuff, but then was forced to laugh,
As my eyes met two big spiders that were trapped down in the bath.
While I stood and watched their climbing fails I’d built up quite a foam,
And I thought, I shouldn't waste it, I should spit it a new home.
So I climbed up on the bath tub rim and hovered like a dove,
And with those spiders as my targets - I would bomb them from above.
Well, it took so many efforts, I was aiming like a fool,
Which meant I soon ran out of ammo, so I climbed down to refuel.
So I spread my Colgate nice and thick and brushed away for fun,
Till I’d whipped another mouthful, for another bombing run.
And then at last I hit one, on the edge with just some dregs,
And I watched with glazed amazement as it paralysed three legs.
With just five legs to drag himself, he couldn't reach his max,
Then I hit him with a splatter bomb which stopped him in his tracks.
I never thought our tooth paste drops would do them that much harm,
But the effect on those poor spiders was as deadly as ******
The good news is, it sobered me, all that hanging over head,
And my teeth had never been so clean and both of them were dead.
Well this tip that I pass on to you, is bound to come in handy,
Just share it with your family and they'll love it more than candy.
You can save yourself a pile of work, catching bugs for tub release,
It will clear your house of spiders; clean your bath and kiddy's teeth.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
I never asked for this
But when does anybody get what he asks for
Or knows what he wants
Or what he is chosen for
I only see people
Behaving like circus monkeys
Not even trained tigers have that look
A tiger is a tiger till death
Be careful
It is only your life at stake
Too much tolerance creates blandness
Dust under the rug
And the chatter and gossip
Vomited on the radio, the news
Injecting fear and chocolate blood
Without risk
Spreading only a rotten stench
As if joy meant showing your colgate smile
Just like a giant billboard telling you to let go
Of the fight
Not to resist and become like Mikey Mouse
With four fingers and the grin of death
****** got more style
I’d rather listen to an angry *****
than any anchor woman
Than any senator
Than any businessman
Or lecturer, teacher, parent
I’d rather be depressed
Or with a pain in my stomach
like the one I felt when a
Frustrated love
Told me...
Never change
When I expected something else
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC