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"cuss" poems

I am warmhearted and icy cold, with a pretty face that's getting old. I am fragile yet tough as a man, struggle thru life with no real plan. I am petite and cuss like a trucker, slightly naive, but I'm no sucker. I am a sinner with a halo of gold, an open book with secrets untold. I am a hypocrite but always play fair, a bleeding heart and I don't care. I am a mother who acts like a child, crazy, impatient and easily riled. I am spontaneous and I am a bore, forever forgiving, I still keep score. I am unstable and wonderfully wise, a ****** deviant in sweet disguise. I am creative and self-destructive naturally skilled and unproductive. I am shy and I am outspoken with a heart of stone, easily broken. I am awkward and well refined, lost, insightful and a little love-blind. I am respected and I am addicted shamed by burdens, self inflicted. I am a perfectionist and I am a slob, unbiased and shallow, an inept snob. I am nocturnal, a creature of night, blissfully ignorant, typically right. I am cautious and I have no fear, a loser and quitter, still I persevere. I am brilliant and easily amused, over-zealous and under-enthused. I am impervious with wounds to heal, an occasional liar just keepin' it real. I am weird and lovely and mean- I am what I am.......100 Aileen.

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Mar 5, 2017

Mar 5, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC

I am warmhearted and icy cold, with a pretty face that's getting old. I am fragile yet tough as a man, struggle thru life with no real plan. I am petite and cuss like a trucker, slightly naive, but I'm no sucker. I am a sinner with a halo of gold, an open book with secrets untold. I am a hypocrite but always play fair, a bleeding heart and I don't care. I am a mother who acts like a child, crazy, impatient and easily riled. I am spontaneous and I am a bore, forever forgiving, I still keep score. I am unstable and wonderfully wise, a ****** deviant in sweet disguise. I am creative and self-destructive naturally skilled and unproductive. I am shy and I am outspoken with a heart of stone, easily broken. I am awkward and well refined, lost, insightful and a little love-blind. I am respected and I am addicted shamed by burdens, self inflicted. I am a perfectionist and I am a slob, unbiased and shallow, an inept snob. I am nocturnal, a creature of night, blissfully ignorant, typically right. I am cautious and I have no fear, a loser and quitter, still I persevere. I am brilliant and easily amused, over-zealous and under-enthused. I am impervious with wounds to heal, an occasional liar just keepin' it real. I am weird and lovely and mean- I am what I am.......100 Aileen.

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Iron bench, open sore dragon rock, three in score flesh on body, tortured soul arms high, in hell's hole Corner bulb, neon light drake hotel, second flight jolly pop, rizla plus open flame, behind the bus Broken fixtures, tully hat channel swimmer, at the bat blind alley, words of cuss dealer waving, in a fuss Grim reaper, boys in blue super bee, armored shrew ****** sips, swollen glands potpourri, on demand Black death, huddler's arch beat the cold, and summer parch toothless grin, ****** glare obituary, to be shared Dead of night, decontrol cheeva tar, black coal east central, chinatown mr. freeze, is coming down Foot soldier, skidder row chicken feed, and white blow silver spoon, casted hand demons surface, on demand Frantic sounds, below the glass poison waiting, to be passed crack pipes, over coat bodies flat, begin to float Gospel sounds, from union square friends gather, deep in prayer guardian angels, now deployed thornton park, without a void Covenant house, in holy charm welcomes all, with open arms salvation spreads, on chapel row kindness that, cannot be sold

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Oct 14, 2017

Oct 14, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC

Iron bench, open sore dragon rock, three in score flesh on body, tortured soul arms high, in hell's hole Corner bulb, neon light drake hotel, second flight jolly pop, rizla plus open flame, behind the bus Broken fixtures, tully hat channel swimmer, at the bat blind alley, words of cuss dealer waving, in a fuss Grim reaper, boys in blue super bee, armored shrew ****** sips, swollen glands potpourri, on demand Black death, huddler's arch beat the cold, and summer parch toothless grin, ****** glare obituary, to be shared Dead of night, decontrol cheeva tar, black coal east central, chinatown mr. freeze, is coming down Foot soldier, skidder row chicken feed, and white blow silver spoon, casted hand demons surface, on demand Frantic sounds, below the glass poison waiting, to be passed crack pipes, over coat bodies flat, begin to float Gospel sounds, from union square friends gather, deep in prayer guardian angels, now deployed thornton park, without a void Covenant house, in holy charm welcomes all, with open arms salvation spreads, on chapel row kindness that, cannot be sold

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Shriveled & shrunken. Intoxicated & drunken. Hung over & agitated. Mild to moderate brain activity. Common sense & basic reason lacks mental ability. Bad with money & squanders financial stability. Passing a psychological mental health evaluation not quite. Kept in a straight jacket & sedated in isolation they do spit & bite. They go through everyone's trash day & night. They panhandle at the street lights. They have tempers & pick fights. Nothing they do is legal or right. Slobs with no jobs. They lack work ethics. The sight & stench of them is sick. They're sad story is lies & tricks. Not a truth that sticks. They cuss & their pocked face oozes **** Their frontal lobe is filled with dust. About telling your teacher the truth they get homicidal & make a fuss. They drive a piece of **** car consisting of smog & rust. Getting arrested for 365 × 3 + 2 counts of child **** is never a bust. Keep your children away from drunks. Some drunks get violent, beat you & lock you on a trunk. Most pedofiles & rapists are drinkers. Not religious or moral thinkers. With shingles, hpv virus, ****** & boyles. Zero morals as hideous as an ugly *** gargoyle. Enjoy arguing, screams & shouts. Daily drunk driving & behind the wheel blackouts.

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC

harmony-sapphire

Innocence Unattended

Shriveled & shrunken. Intoxicated & drunken. Hung over & agitated. Mild to moderate brain activity. Common sense & basic reason lacks mental ability. Bad with money & squanders financial stability. Passing a psychological mental health evaluation not quite. Kept in a straight jacket & sedated in isolation they do spit & bite. They go through everyone's trash day & night. They panhandle at the street lights. They have tempers & pick fights. Nothing they do is legal or right. Slobs with no jobs. They lack work ethics. The sight & stench of them is sick. They're sad story is lies & tricks. Not a truth that sticks. They cuss & their pocked face oozes **** Their frontal lobe is filled with dust. About telling your teacher the truth they get homicidal & make a fuss. They drive a piece of **** car consisting of smog & rust. Getting arrested for 365 × 3 + 2 counts of child **** is never a bust. Keep your children away from drunks. Some drunks get violent, beat you & lock you on a trunk. Most pedofiles & rapists are drinkers. Not religious or moral thinkers. With shingles, hpv virus, ****** & boyles. Zero morals as hideous as an ugly *** gargoyle. Enjoy arguing, screams & shouts. Daily drunk driving & behind the wheel blackouts.

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my ears refuse to hear, and my mind refuses to believe such: "a woman should not-!" "a woman cannot-!" "a woman shall never-!" "no woman is better than-!" horrendous words from irrational people. a woman can sit however she wants to - crossed legs or like how men do, a woman can wear whatever she wants to - size, length, style don't define her; the woman herself is the beautiful view, a woman can drink, smoke, cuss, and can say no to whoever - you may be on level two, but she is too, a woman has the every right to be treated like a human, a woman has the every right to go beyond the four walls, a woman has the every right to cross the limiting borders, because we are the women, we are more than the color red; more than our crimson red cheeks; our bright red lips; our vaginas; our period; our polished nails. we are fierce as the orange fire, bright as the yellow sun, wild as the forest greens, beautiful as the blue reefs, and got purple hues in our skin. we are rainbows more than just its beautiful colors - the rainbows you sometimes fail to appreciate - women are the rainbows that will never raise the white flag.

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Jan 24, 2018

Jan 24, 2018 at 7:59 AM UTC

my ears refuse to hear, and my mind refuses to believe such: "a woman should not-!" "a woman cannot-!" "a woman shall never-!" "no woman is better than-!" horrendous words from irrational people. a woman can sit however she wants to - crossed legs or like how men do, a woman can wear whatever she wants to - size, length, style don't define her; the woman herself is the beautiful view, a woman can drink, smoke, cuss, and can say no to whoever - you may be on level two, but she is too, a woman has the every right to be treated like a human, a woman has the every right to go beyond the four walls, a woman has the every right to cross the limiting borders, because we are the women, we are more than the color red; more than our crimson red cheeks; our bright red lips; our vaginas; our period; our polished nails. we are fierce as the orange fire, bright as the yellow sun, wild as the forest greens, beautiful as the blue reefs, and got purple hues in our skin. we are rainbows more than just its beautiful colors - the rainbows you sometimes fail to appreciate - women are the rainbows that will never raise the white flag.

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In Narcissist Nation It's all about self What's in it for me Forget everyone else The views you cling to I do not approve In this all the above attitude Without a clue In Narcissist Nation Only I have the right To say what I say False truth in my eyes I'll follow the crowd To the dark side of town Then light a fire And burn it all down In Narcissist Nation There's no need to discuss I'll scream at you While at me you cuss With new slogans and sayings On which to feed As the world continues baking In insanity In Narcissist Nation This will not end good If we continue forsaking All that we should If we only focus inward In this I, Me, Mine, time And not see through into This narcissistic lie

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC

Narcissist Nation

In Narcissist Nation It's all about self What's in it for me Forget everyone else The views you cling to I do not approve In this all the above attitude Without a clue In Narcissist Nation Only I have the right To say what I say False truth in my eyes I'll follow the crowd To the dark side of town Then light a fire And burn it all down In Narcissist Nation There's no need to discuss I'll scream at you While at me you cuss With new slogans and sayings On which to feed As the world continues baking In insanity In Narcissist Nation This will not end good If we continue forsaking All that we should If we only focus inward In this I, Me, Mine, time And not see through into This narcissistic lie

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We can fight like holy demons And in the end, nobody won You ain't telling me we're over I'll tell you when we're done Just because we fight a bit We argue and we cuss I ain't set to call us done There's time still left in us I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge Sure, I done my cheating But I kept my fingers crossed I know that if I kept in on My ring would not be lost So I go and party But I always come back home It may take me a couple days But, I know where I belong I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge We always talk it over Once they let me out of jail I know that you still love me Or you'd not have paid my bail There's time for us to make up And there's time for us to fight So, three more beer or so And we'll see which will be tonight I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge

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Feb 8, 2014

Feb 8, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC

Beer Left in The Fridge

We can fight like holy demons And in the end, nobody won You ain't telling me we're over I'll tell you when we're done Just because we fight a bit We argue and we cuss I ain't set to call us done There's time still left in us I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge Sure, I done my cheating But I kept my fingers crossed I know that if I kept in on My ring would not be lost So I go and party But I always come back home It may take me a couple days But, I know where I belong I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge We always talk it over Once they let me out of jail I know that you still love me Or you'd not have paid my bail There's time for us to make up And there's time for us to fight So, three more beer or so And we'll see which will be tonight I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge

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Tonights the night to party Not just because I say Tonights the night to party Because it ' s the ending of the day Throw up your hands and yell yee haw Grab a drink and hit the floor Dancing without caring That's what this party's for The band is slightly out of tune But, hey who gives a **** They sound better later on When you are really lit By two a.m you'd think that they Were Alabama and George Jones While you're trying to record them on Your prissy little phones This place don't karaoke You're singing with the band You're singing country music It's the best in all the land No running shoes, just cowboy boots Will get you in the door If you come in with a cowboy hat Make sure it faces to the front All the dude's they wear them backwards And they look like a dumb c*** Tonights the night to party Not just because I say Tonights the night to party Because it ' s the ending of the day Throw up your hands and yell yee haw Grab a drink and hit the floor Dancing without caring That's what this party's for You can listen for the steel guitar It's there in every song Hey man, this here's a country bar And steel guitar , it just belongs There's always background fiddle Drums like Levon from The Band Piano played like Jerry Lee The floor's all blood and sand You've come on out to party Now show them how a redneck does Knock back a few and get up here And when you dance, you cuss The music here will rock you It's American through and through It's a good old country party It's all red white and blue

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Aug 8, 2013

Aug 8, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC

Tonights the night to party Not just because I say Tonights the night to party Because it ' s the ending of the day Throw up your hands and yell yee haw Grab a drink and hit the floor Dancing without caring That's what this party's for The band is slightly out of tune But, hey who gives a **** They sound better later on When you are really lit By two a.m you'd think that they Were Alabama and George Jones While you're trying to record them on Your prissy little phones This place don't karaoke You're singing with the band You're singing country music It's the best in all the land No running shoes, just cowboy boots Will get you in the door If you come in with a cowboy hat Make sure it faces to the front All the dude's they wear them backwards And they look like a dumb c*** Tonights the night to party Not just because I say Tonights the night to party Because it ' s the ending of the day Throw up your hands and yell yee haw Grab a drink and hit the floor Dancing without caring That's what this party's for You can listen for the steel guitar It's there in every song Hey man, this here's a country bar And steel guitar , it just belongs There's always background fiddle Drums like Levon from The Band Piano played like Jerry Lee The floor's all blood and sand You've come on out to party Now show them how a redneck does Knock back a few and get up here And when you dance, you cuss The music here will rock you It's American through and through It's a good old country party It's all red white and blue

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC

PEARL 'TRINITY ERRANDS

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It is ******** when a child is being abused everday for no reason other then there born. If you dont want children. Heres 2 ideas dont have *** or if u do use a ****** and birth control or adoption. It is no fare to a child being abused for there parents lack of protection or chioces. That child has a right to live a good life. The child will do anything for one person to touch them in a postitive way. To feel loved cared for and nertuerd the way all children are suppose to be treated. There is a difference between spanking and abusing your child. 1 you dont leave marks. 2 You do it out of love not hate. 3 You tell them you love them after you spank them. "You dont cuss or tell your child you are a **** of **** go to hell I wish you were never born you are a mistake" you dont abuse your child its wrong and illegal when you do abuse your child and say those things they believe you because they dont know who else to believe other then there parents. They already wish they werent born when you abuse your child. They want out of the abuse but they dont know how so they stay. So when they grow up they either commit suicside become alcoholics, drug addicts or become abusive to there child or children. It is ******** that people adults watch this and let it happen. Even if you are not sure ask the child. The child might want to tell you but cant. The child will tell you because no child wants to be abused no child. If they dont get the help they need they will struggle there whole lifes over there abuse. Tell someone immediatley so they can get the help they need immediatly before its to late. Some even die for there parents the parents will stab them shoot them or beat them to death. Then when you did know about that child being abused you will feel guilty for not going to anyone about that child. So STOP CHILD ABUSE before its to late. Stop them from bringing abuse into there family. They may abuse there children because they were never taught how to disapline there child right. So the adult that abused when younger will " disapline" there child or children the way they were taught by abusing them. Its not right to let this go on not only is it not right but its sick to let it go on. STOP CHILD ABUSE now by telling someone if you know someone is being abused or even if u have a slight idea. Stop them from beong a concrete angel. Another peace ofstone on the ground.

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Feb 15, 2011

Feb 15, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC

brachel-ann-meyer

STOP CHILD ABUSE

It is ******** when a child is being abused everday for no reason other then there born. If you dont want children. Heres 2 ideas dont have *** or if u do use a ****** and birth control or adoption. It is no fare to a child being abused for there parents lack of protection or chioces. That child has a right to live a good life. The child will do anything for one person to touch them in a postitive way. To feel loved cared for and nertuerd the way all children are suppose to be treated. There is a difference between spanking and abusing your child. 1 you dont leave marks. 2 You do it out of love not hate. 3 You tell them you love them after you spank them. "You dont cuss or tell your child you are a **** of **** go to hell I wish you were never born you are a mistake" you dont abuse your child its wrong and illegal when you do abuse your child and say those things they believe you because they dont know who else to believe other then there parents. They already wish they werent born when you abuse your child. They want out of the abuse but they dont know how so they stay. So when they grow up they either commit suicside become alcoholics, drug addicts or become abusive to there child or children. It is ******** that people adults watch this and let it happen. Even if you are not sure ask the child. The child might want to tell you but cant. The child will tell you because no child wants to be abused no child. If they dont get the help they need they will struggle there whole lifes over there abuse. Tell someone immediatley so they can get the help they need immediatly before its to late. Some even die for there parents the parents will stab them shoot them or beat them to death. Then when you did know about that child being abused you will feel guilty for not going to anyone about that child. So STOP CHILD ABUSE before its to late. Stop them from bringing abuse into there family. They may abuse there children because they were never taught how to disapline there child right. So the adult that abused when younger will " disapline" there child or children the way they were taught by abusing them. Its not right to let this go on not only is it not right but its sick to let it go on. STOP CHILD ABUSE now by telling someone if you know someone is being abused or even if u have a slight idea. Stop them from beong a concrete angel. Another peace ofstone on the ground.

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China charges 1 million annually For each panda in our zoos If we won't pay in full Then the pandas we will lose Nasty Panda's the exception No one wants him here or there He was paid 1 million dollars To abscond and disappear! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em That black and white pariah Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen On smooshy mushy pulp papaya I yelled for him to stop And I told him where to go Wink and laugh was all he did With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!" Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves He hasn't bathed in ages Masked by quarts of cheap cologne His furry skin sweat-sticky From the surface to the bone Smelly cigar and ***** breath Plus an air of upper-crust Please keep your kids away Cuz that nasty bear can cuss! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves If you meet up with Nasty Panda Better turn around and run You're bound to lose your money And your wits before he's done Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda Cuz he likes the way things are Don't forget to hide your keys Else he'll drive off in your car! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's a scoundrel and a *** He's such a nasty panda ~He's as nasty as they come Beware of Nasty Panda ~He's gonna raise a stink Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He's much nastier than you think

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Oct 23, 2019

Oct 23, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC

China charges 1 million annually For each panda in our zoos If we won't pay in full Then the pandas we will lose Nasty Panda's the exception No one wants him here or there He was paid 1 million dollars To abscond and disappear! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em That black and white pariah Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen On smooshy mushy pulp papaya I yelled for him to stop And I told him where to go Wink and laugh was all he did With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!" Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves He hasn't bathed in ages Masked by quarts of cheap cologne His furry skin sweat-sticky From the surface to the bone Smelly cigar and ***** breath Plus an air of upper-crust Please keep your kids away Cuz that nasty bear can cuss! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves If you meet up with Nasty Panda Better turn around and run You're bound to lose your money And your wits before he's done Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda Cuz he likes the way things are Don't forget to hide your keys Else he'll drive off in your car! Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's much more than you can bear He's such a nasty panda ~He leaves cooties everywhere Beware of Nasty Panda ~He do anything he please Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He eats shoots and leaves Here comes the Nasty Panda ~He's a scoundrel and a *** He's such a nasty panda ~He's as nasty as they come Beware of Nasty Panda ~He's gonna raise a stink Stay clear of Nasty Panda ~He's much nastier than you think

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Have you met the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man? He scammed fig leafs in the garden, And **** cloth in Ottoman. outside-in, inside-out; upside-down, right-side up The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can cuss. He offers snake oil, spins a tale, So you feel smart, healthy and hale. from top to bottom, bottom to top The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can't stop. He swrawls with a Sharpie pen. right is left, left is wrong That's the Who-Gee Boo-Gee song. Consultation for now is free, No hidden added extra fees: You buy two, you get three. north to south, east to west The Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man won't rest. I've heard his feet are cloven; The eyes are yellow, lips look swollen; He has two fingers, wears silk- woven. He sweats like water to the lowest level; He's quicker than the slyest devil, Selling hell, but we hear heaven; Doing so twenty-four seven. He photo-shops secret desires, Twists truth-tellers into liars; Artful, wily, scheming, subtle, The Who-Gee Boo-Gee's a hungry jackal. *today is the day, yesterday's late, tomorrow's a place that just won't wait* I met up with the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man, Peddling apples from my jardain.

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Nov 20, 2018

Nov 20, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC

The Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man

Have you met the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man? He scammed fig leafs in the garden, And **** cloth in Ottoman. outside-in, inside-out; upside-down, right-side up The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can cuss. He offers snake oil, spins a tale, So you feel smart, healthy and hale. from top to bottom, bottom to top The Who-gee Boo-gee Man can't stop. He swrawls with a Sharpie pen. right is left, left is wrong That's the Who-Gee Boo-Gee song. Consultation for now is free, No hidden added extra fees: You buy two, you get three. north to south, east to west The Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man won't rest. I've heard his feet are cloven; The eyes are yellow, lips look swollen; He has two fingers, wears silk- woven. He sweats like water to the lowest level; He's quicker than the slyest devil, Selling hell, but we hear heaven; Doing so twenty-four seven. He photo-shops secret desires, Twists truth-tellers into liars; Artful, wily, scheming, subtle, The Who-Gee Boo-Gee's a hungry jackal. *today is the day, yesterday's late, tomorrow's a place that just won't wait* I met up with the Who-Gee Boo-Gee Man, Peddling apples from my jardain.

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By: Cedric McClester When Trump and Carson fall And the foolishness ceases Rubio will be there To pick up the pieces He’s salivating As his chance increases He’s now looking at curtains And White House leases When Trump and Carson fall And the race is in shambles He’ll bet his house You see. The man gambles He’s not alone Cuz there’s many other examples Of men who’ve picked up swatches And other samples When Trump and Carson fall And they look towards the rest Rubio’s convinced That he alone is the best In fact he’s thinking Nevertheless It will be him and not the others There’s no contest When Trump and Carson fall As inevitably they must And Marco Rubio watches the others Bite the dust As they complain Then spit and cuss Marco will be the one To lead the rest of us Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.

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Nov 11, 2015

Nov 11, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC

cedric-mcclester

WHEN TRUMP AND CARSON FALL

By: Cedric McClester When Trump and Carson fall And the foolishness ceases Rubio will be there To pick up the pieces He’s salivating As his chance increases He’s now looking at curtains And White House leases When Trump and Carson fall And the race is in shambles He’ll bet his house You see. The man gambles He’s not alone Cuz there’s many other examples Of men who’ve picked up swatches And other samples When Trump and Carson fall And they look towards the rest Rubio’s convinced That he alone is the best In fact he’s thinking Nevertheless It will be him and not the others There’s no contest When Trump and Carson fall As inevitably they must And Marco Rubio watches the others Bite the dust As they complain Then spit and cuss Marco will be the one To lead the rest of us Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.

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Hate me for something I did. Hate me for something I said. Hate me because I wished something ill upon you or your loved ones. Hate me because I'm a vile man, with a toxic personality. Hate me for the hell of it. Hate me because it's the weekend. Hate me for trying to tear down your religion or ideology. Hate me for wearing pajamas to the beach. Hate me for trying to wear jeans to a funeral. Hate me for speaking ill of your favorite writer. Hate because you spent seven dollars for a digital copy of one of my **** CD's. Hate me because I think your children are ******** and I want to feed your pets to larger animals. Hate me because I curse like a sailor. Hate me because I don't cuss as much as I used to. Hate me for being naive. Hate me for being unsuccessful. Hate me for breaking something important. Hate me because I went limp during a **** and laughed in your face. Hate me because I have no ambition. Hate me because all I do is think all day. Hate me because I'm a hypocrite. Hate me because I half *** everything. Hate me because I wander around town wearing all black at midnight. Hate me because I made you a promise I had zero intention of keeping. Hate me because I'm not giving you a choice. It's either hate me, or

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC

Hate me for something I did. Hate me for something I said. Hate me because I wished something ill upon you or your loved ones. Hate me because I'm a vile man, with a toxic personality. Hate me for the hell of it. Hate me because it's the weekend. Hate me for trying to tear down your religion or ideology. Hate me for wearing pajamas to the beach. Hate me for trying to wear jeans to a funeral. Hate me for speaking ill of your favorite writer. Hate because you spent seven dollars for a digital copy of one of my **** CD's. Hate me because I think your children are ******** and I want to feed your pets to larger animals. Hate me because I curse like a sailor. Hate me because I don't cuss as much as I used to. Hate me for being naive. Hate me for being unsuccessful. Hate me for breaking something important. Hate me because I went limp during a **** and laughed in your face. Hate me because I have no ambition. Hate me because all I do is think all day. Hate me because I'm a hypocrite. Hate me because I half *** everything. Hate me because I wander around town wearing all black at midnight. Hate me because I made you a promise I had zero intention of keeping. Hate me because I'm not giving you a choice. It's either hate me, or

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I love to ******* cuss Up and down the street you will hear me ***** In the car I will scream ******* I will abuse the word **** because I want to I am a ******* in the eyes of the public I don't give a ******* what they think I ******* love to cuss They are just words in the end A bunch of letters assembled just to be used Banned from the vocabulary of others **** it Cuss Cuss for me, Do it , to make yourself feel better, Do it , when nothing but violence swells inside you Do it, when you tell a joke ****

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC

kyle-madill-baker

I love to ******* cuss Up and down the street you will hear me ***** In the car I will scream ******* I will abuse the word **** because I want to I am a ******* in the eyes of the public I don't give a ******* what they think I ******* love to cuss They are just words in the end A bunch of letters assembled just to be used Banned from the vocabulary of others **** it Cuss Cuss for me, Do it , to make yourself feel better, Do it , when nothing but violence swells inside you Do it, when you tell a joke ****

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I feel like I have the right to cuss like a sailor because I am the descendant of one. I can remember the stories my mother used to tell, of the man who made perfect pancakes. It was all I knew about him besides the other story about their first kiss in the rain, then she married him. And when I braid my hair I am Pocahontas, because if my great-grandfather whom I've never known. I wish I'd been there when my family lived in Morocco or Puerto Rico, I wish I was foreign. Even though, it takes forever for my mother's files to go through anything because she is not U.S. born. I think I just want to know what box to check in the race section of applications.

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Jan 15, 2013

Jan 15, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC

I feel like I have the right to cuss like a sailor because I am the descendant of one. I can remember the stories my mother used to tell, of the man who made perfect pancakes. It was all I knew about him besides the other story about their first kiss in the rain, then she married him. And when I braid my hair I am Pocahontas, because if my great-grandfather whom I've never known. I wish I'd been there when my family lived in Morocco or Puerto Rico, I wish I was foreign. Even though, it takes forever for my mother's files to go through anything because she is not U.S. born. I think I just want to know what box to check in the race section of applications.

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I'm grateful for most everything One is the fact that I don't cuss I'm grateful for this shiny dime To ride this city bus That takes me to where you are Because I'm grateful for the both of us I guess if you have to ask I'm grateful most for love But I'm also grateful for the sunshine And grateful for the rain That washes away the dirt and grime To make things new again That's sometimes what tear drops do Guess they both act one and the same Imagine the power if you combined Teardrops in the rain I'm grateful that I thought of this So I could write it down As I travel on this city bus To your side of town Where I started being grateful Because to you is where I'm bound Guess I'll just name this poem of mine Grateful all around

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Aug 15, 2014

Aug 15, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC

Grateful All Around

I'm grateful for most everything One is the fact that I don't cuss I'm grateful for this shiny dime To ride this city bus That takes me to where you are Because I'm grateful for the both of us I guess if you have to ask I'm grateful most for love But I'm also grateful for the sunshine And grateful for the rain That washes away the dirt and grime To make things new again That's sometimes what tear drops do Guess they both act one and the same Imagine the power if you combined Teardrops in the rain I'm grateful that I thought of this So I could write it down As I travel on this city bus To your side of town Where I started being grateful Because to you is where I'm bound Guess I'll just name this poem of mine Grateful all around

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Numbing pain; headache tablets full in a mouth, speedy replies, and local loves. I love the rush. I broke my heart for a crush. Reminder: life is a little too rough. But I'm acting tough, close to the lines of messing up. Always about to cuss. I swore it was the last, but that's just a whispering bluff. Enough of myself, too full of myself every time I laugh. I spend hours thinking about random stuff; to huff and puff, and blow away my best love. And we both love spending hours talking about some random stuff. She's had enough, with pure innocence of a dove. And I'm the one sinning on her behalf. She's the better half; but still a kid at heart, acting tough. She's a calf, domesticated from her wild love from her past. We're tragically in love, not from above or succumbs; pushing time into each other, as it will shove. Holding necks with a love glove, it has me so choked up. In the first line of love being a drug.

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Jun 6, 2022

Jun 6, 2022 at 3:00 PM UTC

Numbing pain; headache tablets full in a mouth, speedy replies, and local loves. I love the rush. I broke my heart for a crush. Reminder: life is a little too rough. But I'm acting tough, close to the lines of messing up. Always about to cuss. I swore it was the last, but that's just a whispering bluff. Enough of myself, too full of myself every time I laugh. I spend hours thinking about random stuff; to huff and puff, and blow away my best love. And we both love spending hours talking about some random stuff. She's had enough, with pure innocence of a dove. And I'm the one sinning on her behalf. She's the better half; but still a kid at heart, acting tough. She's a calf, domesticated from her wild love from her past. We're tragically in love, not from above or succumbs; pushing time into each other, as it will shove. Holding necks with a love glove, it has me so choked up. In the first line of love being a drug.

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I like cussin’ I even researched the word. It ain’t cussin’ There’s an R that is not heard. We’re talking of cursing, The taking of God’s name in vain, Back when it was blasphemy. Those days will never come again. It ain’t the same way Like it was back in those times When spitting on the sidewalk Was a jailing crime And black people had to walk Down in the gutter. There were words back then that Decent folks didn’t utter. Well, I ain’t religious. I don’t go to any church at all. It ain’t that I am evil; I’m not riding for some fall. But there are times Like when you hammer your thumb That saying “Oh fudge!” Sounds just plain old **** dumb. I am not sending Anything or anyone here to hell. It’s just helps To say hell or **** or fuckaduck When you have to yell. A shuckydern don’t fit the bill like A shouted **** When you are ****** off, raving Ready to spit. I totally understand That some words have a place. Calling people ******** Can be seen as a huge disgrace. But I still insist That many times in a conversation The word ******* Just fits the momentary occasion. So, scoff if you will. I’ll try to play by your nicey-nice rules, But there are people What are nothing but ******* fools. I do hope you pardon My not liking any more pleasant words When someone says The dumbest **** I have ever heard

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Sep 3, 2015

Sep 3, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC

I like cussin’ I even researched the word. It ain’t cussin’ There’s an R that is not heard. We’re talking of cursing, The taking of God’s name in vain, Back when it was blasphemy. Those days will never come again. It ain’t the same way Like it was back in those times When spitting on the sidewalk Was a jailing crime And black people had to walk Down in the gutter. There were words back then that Decent folks didn’t utter. Well, I ain’t religious. I don’t go to any church at all. It ain’t that I am evil; I’m not riding for some fall. But there are times Like when you hammer your thumb That saying “Oh fudge!” Sounds just plain old **** dumb. I am not sending Anything or anyone here to hell. It’s just helps To say hell or **** or fuckaduck When you have to yell. A shuckydern don’t fit the bill like A shouted **** When you are ****** off, raving Ready to spit. I totally understand That some words have a place. Calling people ******** Can be seen as a huge disgrace. But I still insist That many times in a conversation The word ******* Just fits the momentary occasion. So, scoff if you will. I’ll try to play by your nicey-nice rules, But there are people What are nothing but ******* fools. I do hope you pardon My not liking any more pleasant words When someone says The dumbest **** I have ever heard

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If I collected my tears in a bottle, left it to the sea's mercy Would you search for my tears among all that water? Or would you just laugh with your liquid eyes And lend me some milk and honey, milk and honey The constellation of freckles mapped on your nose Remind me of our milky way galaxy, of milk and honey My eyes are leaking milk My lips are drooling honey Me eyes and lips leave behind Milk and honey, milk and honey Sometimes my words seem as empty as your promises And that tears me apart worse than your love ever did Limb by limb, ***** by ***** kiss by kiss you dissected my love till I had nothing left to prove Now I'm left wondering who made mistakes Who sent me this bottle of milk and honey, milk and honey? My eyes are watered by milk My lips are touched by honey My eyes and lips are flavored with Milk and honey, milk and honey Why do your cuss words sound like milk and honey? You might be pathetic but oh what a pretty liar Promises dripping with the water from your liquid eyes If the symphony of my love ever touches your heart Send me some milk and honey, milk and honey Till then, I will l lie among the fallen pinecones My eyes are turning into milk My lips are turning into honey My eyes and lips are now simply Milk and honey, milk and honey ~If I ever wrote about milk and honey I would write about you~ - n.g. // my fingers are sticky with your milk and honey //

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC

My fingers are sticky with your milk and honey

If I collected my tears in a bottle, left it to the sea's mercy Would you search for my tears among all that water? Or would you just laugh with your liquid eyes And lend me some milk and honey, milk and honey The constellation of freckles mapped on your nose Remind me of our milky way galaxy, of milk and honey My eyes are leaking milk My lips are drooling honey Me eyes and lips leave behind Milk and honey, milk and honey Sometimes my words seem as empty as your promises And that tears me apart worse than your love ever did Limb by limb, ***** by ***** kiss by kiss you dissected my love till I had nothing left to prove Now I'm left wondering who made mistakes Who sent me this bottle of milk and honey, milk and honey? My eyes are watered by milk My lips are touched by honey My eyes and lips are flavored with Milk and honey, milk and honey Why do your cuss words sound like milk and honey? You might be pathetic but oh what a pretty liar Promises dripping with the water from your liquid eyes If the symphony of my love ever touches your heart Send me some milk and honey, milk and honey Till then, I will l lie among the fallen pinecones My eyes are turning into milk My lips are turning into honey My eyes and lips are now simply Milk and honey, milk and honey ~If I ever wrote about milk and honey I would write about you~ - n.g. // my fingers are sticky with your milk and honey //

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I feel mean and nasty. I cuss out everyone I talk to behind their backs, saying 'That asshole!' Or, 'What a pussy!' For no reason but that the caffeine wears me thin. My only child-friend is Bubba the dog, who gives me those eyes, 'I've never tried watermelon before, please Jilly can I try it!?' And, of course I say yes. Dogs love you even when their food comes late. He's a pit bull. I feel someone of importance when I walk down the street with him, you know, 'Move it, coming through with my friend the tan pitbull with the sad eyes! We don't have all day! We have to eat watermelon!' He lays in the sun and I think of things. 'Why is he afraid of water? Why does he step so daintily over obstructions in his path? What does he really think of those cats he chases...does he want them to sit down and eat watermelon with us?' I want someone to eat watermelon with us. Danny is at work, and the sun is high in the powder blue backdrop it calls home. We want a watermelon friend.

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC

watermelon friends

I feel mean and nasty. I cuss out everyone I talk to behind their backs, saying 'That asshole!' Or, 'What a pussy!' For no reason but that the caffeine wears me thin. My only child-friend is Bubba the dog, who gives me those eyes, 'I've never tried watermelon before, please Jilly can I try it!?' And, of course I say yes. Dogs love you even when their food comes late. He's a pit bull. I feel someone of importance when I walk down the street with him, you know, 'Move it, coming through with my friend the tan pitbull with the sad eyes! We don't have all day! We have to eat watermelon!' He lays in the sun and I think of things. 'Why is he afraid of water? Why does he step so daintily over obstructions in his path? What does he really think of those cats he chases...does he want them to sit down and eat watermelon with us?' I want someone to eat watermelon with us. Danny is at work, and the sun is high in the powder blue backdrop it calls home. We want a watermelon friend.

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I stand there and smile and check them in I answer all of their stupid questions with a pleasant grin 8 hours of this then I'll be free None of these people care how they treat me Their snotty and rude and make a mess I've never behaved this way while being a hotel guest They turn up their nose's and spend money all week Then when it comes to the bill they want to be cheap A discount here a discount there And when I say, "No", they grit their teeth and stare They yell loud and scream like I will bend or cry Thanks to the survellience camera I have an alibi In my head I start to wonder "Isn't this the guest that asked for a plunger?" "He's complained about the food and our lovely staff." "He's dissing our lamps and even our town maps." "Then he comes to the front desk to fuss and cuss." "He's pointing his fingers and having a fit." "Yuk! He's talking so fast his mouth is collecting spit." I decided that was it I had enough Working in the service industry is tough But all I could do was stand there and smile And this is what played in my head all the while When people start to scream and shout This is what I do to tune them out............... This is a test of the Emergency **** Off System. This is only a test insert sound here

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Sep 16, 2012

Sep 16, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC

kimberly-l-piper

Thoughts: Inside my Head II

I stand there and smile and check them in I answer all of their stupid questions with a pleasant grin 8 hours of this then I'll be free None of these people care how they treat me Their snotty and rude and make a mess I've never behaved this way while being a hotel guest They turn up their nose's and spend money all week Then when it comes to the bill they want to be cheap A discount here a discount there And when I say, "No", they grit their teeth and stare They yell loud and scream like I will bend or cry Thanks to the survellience camera I have an alibi In my head I start to wonder "Isn't this the guest that asked for a plunger?" "He's complained about the food and our lovely staff." "He's dissing our lamps and even our town maps." "Then he comes to the front desk to fuss and cuss." "He's pointing his fingers and having a fit." "Yuk! He's talking so fast his mouth is collecting spit." I decided that was it I had enough Working in the service industry is tough But all I could do was stand there and smile And this is what played in my head all the while When people start to scream and shout This is what I do to tune them out............... This is a test of the Emergency **** Off System. This is only a test insert sound here

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There we where just cruising along But I could tell something was wrong Your temperature was starting to rise And off of you smoke started to rise Then you just up and died I looked to the sky And I cry Why Why now, why you Why Lord, now what do I do I call a tow trunk to come to our aid To pick up the mess that you made He picks up your useless carcass I just want to cuss Never again we'll it be us

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC

There we where just cruising along But I could tell something was wrong Your temperature was starting to rise And off of you smoke started to rise Then you just up and died I looked to the sky And I cry Why Why now, why you Why Lord, now what do I do I call a tow trunk to come to our aid To pick up the mess that you made He picks up your useless carcass I just want to cuss Never again we'll it be us

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It feels like tar on my tongue, My mouth is dry and my throat burns- Horrifying twists as my stomach churns. Those words still come easy, But my voicebox is chained and has to force them out. Why do I let them out? Those simple words will stay with me, Floating about and polluting all I see The memory of them rest easy, Reminding me how bad I am. I used to enjoy it, Felt them to be necessary, Natural, Powerful, And expressive. But now their taste is bitter, They are sickening and distasteful. They offend me. They whip at my ears and stab at my heart. They are degrading. I’ll sound like a hypocrite I’ll sound entirely fake. They are only words But oh how they are foul. I enjoy the taste of tar, As it makes me unhappy to speak them. I enjoy how it peels my skin, As I do not want to be near them. I adore how it destroys me, Because it is that Which builds me up.

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Jul 14, 2013

Jul 14, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC

It feels like tar on my tongue, My mouth is dry and my throat burns- Horrifying twists as my stomach churns. Those words still come easy, But my voicebox is chained and has to force them out. Why do I let them out? Those simple words will stay with me, Floating about and polluting all I see The memory of them rest easy, Reminding me how bad I am. I used to enjoy it, Felt them to be necessary, Natural, Powerful, And expressive. But now their taste is bitter, They are sickening and distasteful. They offend me. They whip at my ears and stab at my heart. They are degrading. I’ll sound like a hypocrite I’ll sound entirely fake. They are only words But oh how they are foul. I enjoy the taste of tar, As it makes me unhappy to speak them. I enjoy how it peels my skin, As I do not want to be near them. I adore how it destroys me, Because it is that Which builds me up.

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News Feed Knowledgehater Gonzalez July 30, 2012 · Promises.... I hold u and wonder what You'll be like when ur old I can only promise u won't Go hungry unloved or cold But I can't promise ur life Will not have pain or sorrow But my blood, my liver, or bone Marrow are all urs to borrow Lol or keep but I can't promise Ull feel accepted by peers Can't promise u happiness Or that u won't cry tears I can promise to never Steal a girl from u But I can't promise what actions that Other humans will do I can promise to leave u money My assets my ear and shoulder But I can't promise to teach u much But the basics when ur older I can promise to clothe u Or support u in ur arts But I can't protect u from betrayal Or a painful broken heart I can give u all I have And teach u all I know But I don't have all the answers To questions as u grow I can't promise we won't fight Or that u won't hear me cuss too But I can promise that with all my heart That I will always love u I can promise to guide u the best Way I know how to do can u accept knowing i dont have to understand u to love u I can't promise that the boogeyman In a way doesn't exist But I can promise wutever demon Haunts u, I will help u resist I can't promise not to Border being hypocritical to u But it's only because I have seen what A life of indulging can do So I promise that I wont always tell U wut u wanna hear But I promise to only give my Opinion then back off as u steer Wutever u choose even if It's not my favorite or i feel its not best i will still support u if u want ******* to hold tight ur dress cuz if that's wut u truly want I will love u all the same Cause ur my son no matter what u Do or who it is u became I promise to respect and remain The friendship we grow to have Just promise me you'll sympathize when im strict ur all that i have if u need someone to talk to dont think u cant tell me ur sins cause my love for u never ends like a circle so dont keep me from things in your life so i can help cuz U were the one who saved my life If ur life was an event on Facebook I'd hit going! Comment and "like" see how much I love u tyke? so much I'd use a cheesy example to Explain myself, cause looking dumb Means nothing if it's for u Cause I'll be the next John Q I'd do whatever it takes Cause that I can promise But some things are not made For me to be in control of and some things are out of ur control too But for what I can't promise I can Promise I'll be there for u through The pain it will bring, And when my opera fat lady sings I will die happy knowing I got to Experience the most greatest thing Which is being ur father Cause it proved to all those that think I wasn't capable of greatness wrong Cause ur the greatest thing I've ever done or I'll ever do Next to being there for u And I promise to do all I can do If its possible to promise it to u Promise to be honest with u And to accept what I don't like Cause in the end I'll love and support Anything u chose to do in life ...I love u Juju

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC

knowledgegonzalez

News Feed Knowledgehater Gonzalez July 30, 2012 · Promises.... I hold u and wonder what You'll be like when ur old I can only promise u won't Go hungry unloved or cold But I can't promise ur life Will not have pain or sorrow But my blood, my liver, or bone Marrow are all urs to borrow Lol or keep but I can't promise Ull feel accepted by peers Can't promise u happiness Or that u won't cry tears I can promise to never Steal a girl from u But I can't promise what actions that Other humans will do I can promise to leave u money My assets my ear and shoulder But I can't promise to teach u much But the basics when ur older I can promise to clothe u Or support u in ur arts But I can't protect u from betrayal Or a painful broken heart I can give u all I have And teach u all I know But I don't have all the answers To questions as u grow I can't promise we won't fight Or that u won't hear me cuss too But I can promise that with all my heart That I will always love u I can promise to guide u the best Way I know how to do can u accept knowing i dont have to understand u to love u I can't promise that the boogeyman In a way doesn't exist But I can promise wutever demon Haunts u, I will help u resist I can't promise not to Border being hypocritical to u But it's only because I have seen what A life of indulging can do So I promise that I wont always tell U wut u wanna hear But I promise to only give my Opinion then back off as u steer Wutever u choose even if It's not my favorite or i feel its not best i will still support u if u want ******* to hold tight ur dress cuz if that's wut u truly want I will love u all the same Cause ur my son no matter what u Do or who it is u became I promise to respect and remain The friendship we grow to have Just promise me you'll sympathize when im strict ur all that i have if u need someone to talk to dont think u cant tell me ur sins cause my love for u never ends like a circle so dont keep me from things in your life so i can help cuz U were the one who saved my life If ur life was an event on Facebook I'd hit going! Comment and "like" see how much I love u tyke? so much I'd use a cheesy example to Explain myself, cause looking dumb Means nothing if it's for u Cause I'll be the next John Q I'd do whatever it takes Cause that I can promise But some things are not made For me to be in control of and some things are out of ur control too But for what I can't promise I can Promise I'll be there for u through The pain it will bring, And when my opera fat lady sings I will die happy knowing I got to Experience the most greatest thing Which is being ur father Cause it proved to all those that think I wasn't capable of greatness wrong Cause ur the greatest thing I've ever done or I'll ever do Next to being there for u And I promise to do all I can do If its possible to promise it to u Promise to be honest with u And to accept what I don't like Cause in the end I'll love and support Anything u chose to do in life ...I love u Juju

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Viva Sto. Nino! Come let us celebrate The boy Jesus Our King, our Savior! Colorful banderitas drape This town street. Here comes the Pagan parade Going to the church, Lead by gay majorettes Flaunting their legs while Blowing kisses to the priests. There is a river Of people each holding A portrayal of the living God, A glossy Sto. Nino statue Dressed in peasant clothes, A chef's uniform, A crisp black suit, A traditional Chinese costume, And a striped swimwear even. Some people are masked As zombies and ghouls Quite like Halloween in January. Their face paints start to get Smeared in their sweaty cheeks In this scorching 2 pm sun. At the middle of the parade comes A pick-up decked with a stereo. A portrait of lady in a bikini is Taped on one of its speakers. As the parade moves on The kids moshed and fist pumped To tribal rhythms and hiphop hits With cuss words in every beat. The sun is setting and The celebration finally arrives At the crowded church plaza. People make their way, Inching slowly to the grand church door. The great parade ends in a bang, well A slap rather. A ***** boy hits A lady's behind In yellow micro shorts. A brawl erupts In the midst of the crowd, In front of the saints Petrified in the stained glass windows. The mass starts soon after As if nothing happened. *Viva Sto. Nino! Come let us celebrate The boy Jesus Our King, our Savior!*

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC

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Viva Sto. Nino!

Viva Sto. Nino! Come let us celebrate The boy Jesus Our King, our Savior! Colorful banderitas drape This town street. Here comes the Pagan parade Going to the church, Lead by gay majorettes Flaunting their legs while Blowing kisses to the priests. There is a river Of people each holding A portrayal of the living God, A glossy Sto. Nino statue Dressed in peasant clothes, A chef's uniform, A crisp black suit, A traditional Chinese costume, And a striped swimwear even. Some people are masked As zombies and ghouls Quite like Halloween in January. Their face paints start to get Smeared in their sweaty cheeks In this scorching 2 pm sun. At the middle of the parade comes A pick-up decked with a stereo. A portrait of lady in a bikini is Taped on one of its speakers. As the parade moves on The kids moshed and fist pumped To tribal rhythms and hiphop hits With cuss words in every beat. The sun is setting and The celebration finally arrives At the crowded church plaza. People make their way, Inching slowly to the grand church door. The great parade ends in a bang, well A slap rather. A ***** boy hits A lady's behind In yellow micro shorts. A brawl erupts In the midst of the crowd, In front of the saints Petrified in the stained glass windows. The mass starts soon after As if nothing happened. *Viva Sto. Nino! Come let us celebrate The boy Jesus Our King, our Savior!*

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