"crunk" poems
He kept shooting at it.
Bears are badass.
Stop looking at me.
You might eat a seal.
I don't know what that means.
It was five dollars, but what the ****
That's why I quit my job.
That one good hit.
I smoke two bowls by myself.
I killed that water dragon thing...
Monsters.
I can go to the city.
Hunt them.
I don't capture monsters.
I got you.
I really want to blow something up.
Something epic and meaningful exploded.
VKC property.
A hundred times more epic.
***** magazine pictures.
Insane.
Thirteen blunts.
His mom didn't know for a week.
All I see is ****** everywhere.
Fin.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
flithy fresh
tattered *****
trash talkin ****
got a gimp limp
front tooth chipped
got chip dip on my lip
dont even tip
take a sip out of your drink at the club
scrub but your girlfriend love me
im a sleezeball
a goofie kid that usually uses roofies but
passes out before they kick in
im a mess
Gutter Crunk
Regular Gutter punk
snatched up your junk
and made myself a nice hunk of doe
so now im driving drunk smashin yard gnomes
blowin whippets to the dome
up inside your home
eating all your food and smashing your ***
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC
Deep in the Jungle Shak we don't judge
Come Don come drunk
Come Jerry come Joe
Come eat some junk
And turn up the tunes
Here, in the Jungle Shak funk
Play me a blue
Make me a melody
Burn my toaster or
Just make love to me baby
We'll find those stars
Scream louder than the din
While we dance these streets
Finding the soul within.
Look here-at all our ***** feet!
Look here! This happy hopping hippy-shak
Where you and me
Can be a we.
Look at us
All our silly junk
Here, in the Jungle Shak Crunk.
bb
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
Sk8 for lyf
I am punx
Shut up mom n dad
I'm 2 kool 4 skool lol
Crunk. Yolo.
ur nut the boss of meez
Im gunna play gaia online
Sk8 like t0ny hawk
Sk8 or die
Arrest me, i'm a sk83r
He was a sk8er b0i
\m/
Sm0k c1gs
c8illin wit my br0z
v4ns w4rp3d tour
SK8PUNX4LYF.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
I AM A WOMAN PROUD AND STRONG
MY HAIR IS BLACK AND LONG
WHY DO SOME PEOPLE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY SKIN
LIKE IT IS A BAD CURSE OR A HORRENDOUS SIN
IT IS AN INSULT TO ME
WHILE I AM LABELED TO BE
THE ONLY THING BLACK IS MY HAIR AMONG OTHERS
SO WHAT IS THE DEAL MY DARK BROWN SKINNED BROTHERS
WHY DO YOU YELL PROUDLY
GET CRUNK AND SCREAM LOUDLY
STOP RISING IN ANGER, BUT END UP PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER
WHILE OTHER ETHNICITIES SOMETIMES TREAT US LIKE STRANGERS
SOME RACES DO NOT WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE
SOME DARK BROWN PEOPLE WORK HARD AND GO TO COLLEGE
I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF BLACK AND THAT IS MY FACT
BUT WE ARE CALLED THAT BECAUSE OF HOW WE ACT
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
trunks filled with junk and the crunk juice flows
flunked out pill popping junkies with no cash go
drunkenly to the shrunken head show
knowing they stunk.
The monks dunked funky mumps victims
on bunk beds and licked them
instead of fixing lunk-headed situations
with linkin-log technologic advances
drinking dogs retrofitted with dance moves
groove on the wooden floor while ****** bore
the Moors with tales of divorce and random ***********
on all fours in doorways
during bad plays on the interstate…
demonstrators, unregulated, on roller skates
wait at the gates of the ingrates filled with hate
and throw pie plates with fated accuracy
and the belated bureaucratic picnic
nitwits in knickers knuckle bump
and plump debutants snicker
the wicker croquet mallets
perform ballet in the chalet
and I have to valet the cars –
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
When we're drunk
We're crunk, we're crunk
We think what we
Normally thunk
We sink when we normally
Sunk
When we're drunk
We're crunk, we're crunk
Don't obey
Rules of the road
Head home, old toad
Splat pavement, release vibes
Sentence to years
Steer with queers
Aim with binoculars
Sinister ears
Figure it's time
Never you mind
We'll eventually rhyme
That which you dine
Don't forget
It's all regret
Take advantage
Before yet
Take it home
Alone
Beast, Seize!
Sniff, Sneeze!
Don't queeze
Just please
Soft tease
Ease fees
Simple trees
Free frees
Cold winds
Blow fins
Towards Marylands
Trickle In
Calm fore
Better store
Ancient ore
Often sore
When we're drunk
Never more
Hangover
Blow chunks
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Defunct steam punk
on the top bunk
smelled skunk and shrunk
into a trunk.
Funky crunk juice
with floating chunks
of dunked *****
shot from a Monk’s junk.
Spelunker, a drunkard,
bucks ****** up truck drivers
hiding behind tree trunks…
the schmuck.
Clunky blunt, fronted
musky, and held by a hunk
flunked the test
and was debunked
in Timbuctoo.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
He was discombobulated,
She was unaware,
Of the dangers she was subject to,
Just ‘cause she was there.
Forever, she had longed for this,
Attention from a guy:
So desperate for affection,
She turned a blind eye.
Dismissed the way he stumbled, fumbled,
Mumbled and slurred his words.
Ignored the way he drunk like a crunk, till he was,
Flying high as the birds.
Shady in the corner,
He swayed the night away,
To the silence of the music,
Not yet to her dismay.
She gazed into his glassy red eyes,
Held his sticky hand.
Falling head over heels,
He dragged her to the sand.
On the beach, of drowned memories,
Flings forever forgotten;
They lay, side by side.
Where he snuck through her cotton.
His love for her was intoxicating;
She could smell it on his breath,
For liquor is his cup of comfort,
The portal to his death…
Speeding, he drives towards it,
Like a suicide mission.
First date, on the seat of lust,
She froze into submission,
As he rounded the corner,
Courageous as a lion.
Deciding upon a steering wheel,
Missing the ‘stop’ sign.
Heart, pounding, in her chest,
She was lucky to be alive;
Made it home, without a scratch,
Where many have not survived.
Upon arrival, at her palace,
He drove her porcelain bus;
Heaved, then received
An outburst of her disgust.
Feeling on the high side,
He planted a kiss goodnight,
Shared his latest discharge,
Repulsed. She slammed; goodbye.
For she realised her worth,
Her beauty, and her bliss
Without a drunk, to ruin her night,
She can live without a kiss.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
8:00 PM Wednesday night and you're still on my mind
I can still feel the taste on my lips that intertwined
with the glass that held the drink so perfectly
as I swirl the glass around to take in your scent
and admire the color of your burgundy
I know your taste is heaven sent
You're one of my constants, I know it's meant
My love for wine is as deep as the Mariana's trench
With you, I wouldn't mind being drenched
Ain't nothing better than the feeling of wine drunk
It makes me wanna get loose and get crunk
Funny how wine is meant for the classy
When right now, I just wanna get ******
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
unkempt neck hair
dancing in the fan breeze
pleased by the sight, I push up my sleeves
and seethe while sieving the encrusted cheese cloth
elderly resin glands scratch like sand
and the blandness of the disease seems to squeeze
any meaning from the motion
ocean waves graze mutant toes as wind blowing
snow globes throws devotionally challenged
prose writers into a delightful tizzy
thin lizzy in the background sounds like
barking dogs at the drown pound
and unwound knitted sweaters look better
when wetter than investment bankers at the swankiest of parties
sour smarties in plastic hats use poorly ventilated ski masks
basking rashes in priceless sashes bat eyelashes at lasses during mass
and the catholic priest has ceased to crease his pleated trousers
mouse traps snap shut in front of the bunk beds
her trunk of junk likes crunk juice on Tuesdays
and I sit, drunken, trying to debunk 9/11 –
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
I asked the question, where ya bounce?
My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town
She said he was crunk, like out of this world
They were just poppin' the trunk and keeping it real
My boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up
My favourite souljas, now goin' to Angola for a 187 on the third coast
You think she's all that
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da first time she used a ********
She cracked her two front teeth
The third coast is where people get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs
Down in Texas where they wear those big belt buckles and jam to *****
Those cowboys just pop and splash everywhere, over the hood
That's what ya don't know, 'bout da ***** south 3rd coast
They have some crazy **** parties
Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims
Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators
I get my corner boys to sell da home-made ice cream
I'll make sure they don't come anywhere near your cut
I also sell on eBay, a little one kilo of high flyin' kite
I've also tried to sell the sweets on corners of my streets
But the boys try the **** **** before they sell and get so really cromp
I can't have em leanin', ya all know what I be meanin'
You think she's all that
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da first time she used a ********
She cracked her two front teeth
After the show we caught the dude that slapped my sista and made her face hot
But before we wrecked him, we visited the famous White Castle burger spot
Where we ate those famous but small burgers that only cost 35c, cheaper than ***
The popo said, is you trazy, we just smiled and kept on eatin' the lot
The cops tried to grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got?
They have some crazy **** parties
Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims
Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators
Ya gotta love southern hospitality
Depending on where you go in the south
It could be a, ‘Hi, let me get that for you dear’
To, "If you don't stop staring at me I'm gonna shoot you in the face"
So I know the ledge and have got an edge
Over all the other big tymers down in the ***** south 3rd coast.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
He’s the only man that shines
Like a bright diamond in my eyes
He’s a tender breeze on my lips
A sparkling melody curling up in the air
Suspended in serenity, submerged in freshness
Such golden exquisiteness brightening with insight
Enchanting swagger surrounded in starlight glitter
Heavenly dreams career in his sweetened system
Sunshine vowels filling his obsidian eyes
How he smiles, I flow like a river in his flight
Ardent verbs swirling in his hair
Gleeful gerunds on his starry arms
Crunk conjunctions in poetic unity with his chest
What a treasure he is in the way he’s so real
What a wonder it is to see him gyrate in his J’s
Such jubilation in his face with flavored alliteration on his tongue
Scented desires filled with endless power
Blazing abs in action, enhanced bliss rising in his V-line
He’s a midnight ride that’s so sublime
A swag splasher with sun-kissed affection on his flesh
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 4:40 PM UTC
He is my space jam, a slamming maze of funky beats,
heavy highs, smoking rhymes, smooth vibes.
His groovy feet a place of amazing palaces, rotating,
vibrating, cracking chests and chemistry.
Bones of breaking basslines, grinding muscles, veins lost
in crazy downbeats.
Hips spinning in sight, breathing in the hypnotizing flow.
The dose of diction rising into the air, swirling and splashing,
reversing and fast-forwarding
Engine eyes crunk, creeping into captivating scenes.
shoulders slinging, singing, dropping dances moves
in the midnight magic.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC