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Little Debby Watson was sewing her rag doll's mouth shut when little Timmy Brown stopped in for a visit. They hadn't seen each other in a ****'s age. "Won't you sit down and have a meat-ball hoagy?" Debby asked. "Sure," Replied Timmy. 2 years later, when Timmy was alone, the mail man came by with the mail. "Are you Timmy Brown?" The mail man asked. "Yes, I am," Timmy answered. "I have bad news for you about little Debby Watson," the mail man informed. "Is Debby dead?" Timmy asked. "Yes," the mail man replied, "she's dead." Timmy was stunned because the mail man's stun gun had accidentally discharged, hitting Timmy in the neck. "Don't move," the mail man instructed, as he lifted Timmy's wallet. "My wallet!" Timmy exclaimed. "Shut up you *****!" The mail man yelled as he shot Timmy a second time.ο»Ώ
Little Debby Watson was sewing her rag doll's mouth shut when little Timmy Brown stopped by for a visit. They hadn't seen each other in a ****'s age. "Won't you sit down and have a meat-ball hoagy?" Debby asked. "Sure," replied Timmy. 2 years later, when Timmy was alone, the mail man came by with the mail. "Are you Timmy Brown?" The mail man asked. "Yes, I am," Timmy answered. "I have bad news for you about little Debby Watson," the mail man informed. "Is Debby dead?" Timmy asked. "Yes," the mail man replied, "she's dead." Timmy was stunned because the mail man's stun gun had accidentally discharged, hitting Timmy in the neck. "Don't move," the mail man instructed, as he lifted Timmy's wallet. "My wallet!" Timmy exclaimed. "Shut up you *****!" The mail man yelled as he shot Timmy a second time.
Little Debby Watson was sewing her rag doll's mouth shut when little Timmy Brown stopped in for a visit. They hadn't seen each other in a ****'s age. "Won't you sit down and have a meat-ball hoagy?" Debby asked. "Sure," replied Timmy. 2 years later, when Timmy was alone, the mail man came by with the mail. "Are you Timmy Brown?" The mail man asked. "Yes, I am," Timmy answered. "I have bad news for you about little Debby Watson," the mail man informed. "Is Debby dead?" Timmy asked. "Yes," the mail man replied, "she's dead." Timmy was stunned because the mail man's stun gun had accidentally discharged, hitting Timmy in the neck. "Don't move," the mail man instructed, as he lifted Timmy's wallet. "My wallet!" Timmy exclaimed. "Shut up you *****!" The mail man yelled as he shot Timmy a second time.
Little Debby Watson was sewing her rag doll's mouth shut when little Timmy Brown stopped in for a visit. They hadn't seen each other in a ****'s age. "Won't you sit down and have a meat-ball hoagy?" Debby asked. "Sure," replied Timmy. 2 years later, when Timmy was alone, the mail man came by with the mail. "Are you Timmy Brown?" The mail man asked. "Yes, I am," Timmy answered. "I have bad news for you about little Debby Watson," the mail man informed. "Is Debby dead?" Timmy asked. "Yes," the mail man replied, "she's dead." Timmy was stunned because the mail man's stun gun had accidentally discharged, hitting Timmy in the neck. "Don't move," the mail man instructed, as he lifted Timmy's wallet. "My wallet!" Timmy exclaimed. "Shut up you *****!" The mail man yelled as he shot Timmy a second time.
How unnecessarily difficult my comrade it is to lay blame & to tell
that your city was destroyed by a ******, wire-guided 3M6 Shmel

I say it is wrong to hang out with 1-******* ******* on ******* Day
while it is righteous to wring the **** out of ******* from **** Bay
especially those tunnelers prancing too flittily to be ***-******* gay
in East L.A. & Tarzana & other cities where-from anthropoids prey
like pigs at McDonald's who **** on the floor and graze from a tray
after running ragged in a 5 kilometer, boot-camp-breast-cancer relay
Jonathan Moya Sep 21
I am married to this earth,
this field, this silence,
even as the ocean offers itself.

I walk  it with my dog on his leash
pulling restlessly ahead,
biting at the frenzy scent trail
he knows exists in the air.

The woods beyond are gray.
So is the sky.  

I hearβ€” the echo of
a  trickling brook.  
My dog, inhalesβ€”
the last traces of  
dying greens, the odors
of tantalizing blues yielding
to the coming season.

The horizon reels away
until my eyes can no longer
take it in and the sky matches
the coming nightβ€”
contains itself in the field,
in every thing.  

Drops of rain splash
and  fall off my nose
onto my tongue.
The taste is bittersweet.
The scent, silences  
my dog’s barking
with the promise of petrichor.

The hidden brook silently turning
breathes in the renourishmentβ€”
the earth, the field,
praise the distant blessing
of a dying Hurricane Debby
bequeathing its last bits
for this life.

In my *******,
I feel the grace
of an unseen promise.
In the walk back home,
I am aware that each
foot thud is full of mudβ€”
the marriage of ocean and land.
Robin Carretti Jun 2018
Computer Dog-gone it Bow Wow
Queen of Sheba and Shiba Inu
Β Β The doggy treat paws ring
my bell ring my bell
Looking at my eyes of Apple
will always tell how many
times you're going to App me
Please I don't have time for
games outcrop me or
do not cop out
Paws ofΒ Β digging some
INC. of Instagram

Uncle Sam took my stocks
and bonds Eyes to my map
diagram
Eyes of the Apple rotten mail
Webby Ms. Debby deleted it

One Nighty gown
Nighting Gale
He's always doing on eye story
(Spy Eye) July 4thΒ Β cheese and
******* male
Old news her Eyes Ms. Firecracker
New computer demands
A silence of the Lamb Hector -
Eyes at her doorway
Save my butterfly
The hacker has too many free time

Newsstands on the corner
Eyes of more crime
That computer trucker
Clicks away his I apple
CD covers
The computer I crown thee

Eyes to the doorway
CLICKS City Chicks
Don't want me anyway

All Commands
We know the game
money hands what
a commuter

The web of the eye’s
All we see are walnuts
and apple pies
The computer always on the rise
No computer wiz will get fired?
Like Jeopardy computer high
investment commodity
Steve Jobs the winner
Apples and techno cars
and comedians

Apple web got married gown
Kleinfeld's wed whites computer
to curve their enthusiasm
Jerry Seinfeld made a switch
Steven Universe webby podcastΒ Β 
eyes crystal witchcraft

Macintosh gold rush floppy disk
TookΒ Β a big money crash risk

β€œNew” invention thinking
All pluses
Einstein Web Star
Mass VIP pass
Too many copycats
Brownstone coffee
I pad happy Ireland lads
Ballerina no sleeping beauty
Pancake needed to get work done
Up in the Robin hood Penthouse
Apple Museum
International of excellence
She is so Apple Lisa
the picture with sad smiles of
Mona Lisa

Apple webby

2. SUNDAY bye STAR the news Steve Jobs
Gave a web forecast Hazy hackers
Eyes stormy computer crashes
Computer laptop Cafes surfing
and best beer hubs reading what
on the news with Steve Jobs
Apple I for an Eye
and his last patent Mac OSX Dock
was well granted the day of his death

The big Apple how he started it.
The city never Sleep’s.
I had you fooled?
On April Fools day 1976 Steve
Wozniak and Steve Jobs made history

So robotic computerized
Pixar Animation
studio environment
where excellence to
(Robotic Perfection)
Innovation on an
impossible mission

Hi, Sirprize to your husband bills
Apple web of desires chills
Going through a computer maze
graphically cool sin paired to win

Her brain shines eyes still clicking
Godly animation

Now you were rich
enough to take a vacation
Eyes went up to the heights
No more fighting interface and
Xerox his baby loaded up
like a Paradox my
cream cheese lox
Apple Jubilee coffee
she could soften anybody
Until you love the
Software apple
the product of computer sky?
Robin’s Risque eyes
deeply web- bye
Tower upload.

The best Apple eye reload
ferocious love suitcase of
computer products flight
Megababes Queen we
are the Champion
and hardware prowl like a
Smart crime no yellow tape
That sophisticated owl moon
computer ***** cried Wolfie
She was howling Apple selfie
eyes red fire has driven

Supermoon so blessed
caress nuanced
Word’s spat cheetah cat
Web milk me the succession
Apple Web goodbye never
Buying Xerox stocks forever
Macintosh Floppy Disk
New world tasks
β€œLove” 1/2 Grain β€œOrient Express”
she spoke like the speeding link.

He got hooked what a
((Chrome Apple))
Uncivilized phone silverized
or Clone senior citizen or exotic
black cheetah list
Hew-let Packard flavor
couldn’t resist what an enterprise.

It’s all in the Apple eyes

I Apple of her eyephone we
need earplugs (Adam and Eve)
have some nifty spark plugs
Hub purr personalities
eye’s β€œSoftware”
Cat’s Eye has nine lives
of responsibilities
Love of art computer theater

He’s Stocks her sweet candy
but he had the
Β Β Einstein's eyes such mass and gravity
a good set of lungs webcomic

Her silk detailed blouse
got caught in his apple martini
Extra news story read all about it!
Carriage rider what a glider
took her baby-computer
traveler soft hand
met her Gulliver travel

He computerized her love clicks
Gave her new baby chicks
more living to do on Google
I rather have my Moms Kugel
Eyes better not be on a rotten apple this is the working world start clicking and these are the hot shots the Apple web, not a piece of cookies Lil Debs
Astor Dec 2015
messy hair
stragglers that float in the sunlit 7:47am air
cause trouble, **** subtleΒ Β 
*** with cops and killers
bikini flowers windowsills
xanax lovers loom
ugly paisley wallpaperedΒ Β motel room
making out in pharmacies
I want to leave because I cant breathe
idk
Fitz
Fritz
Fido
Sandy
Spencer
Chaplain
Bernard
Jesse
Snoopy
Charlie
Charles
Fred
Freddy
Bones
Remmy
Ren­a
Reno
Tony
Julian
Julie
Frisco
Meghan
Addison
Robby
Buddy
Rudy
F­riedrich
Fredrick
Bernie
Rudolph
Adolf
Ferdinand
Rose
Cassie
Cassidy
Lee
Balto
Little *****
Allen
Alvin
Jake
Demi
Randy
Alex
Richard
Alexis
Kenneth
Ken­ny
Chris
Jose
Josey
Rodger
Moe
Joe
Emilio
Walt
Emily
Emma
Maddie
­Anna
Jafar
Aladin
Jasmine
Genie
******
Amber
Gracie
Ramen
Gordy
G­ordon
Jordie
James
Bucky
Huff
Manny
Sam
Samantha
Mary
Marie
Tila
­Rita
Cathy
Tammy
Mickey
Cam
Amelia
Rene
Jeb
Dan
Bagel
Tommy
Donut­
Bubbles
Blossom
Buttercup
Mark
Cody
Andy
Cristo
Andrea
Whiskers
­Mike
Bill
Billy
George
Geo
Joy
Mitch
Trigger
Tigger
Stephen
Archi­medes
Anya
Duncan
Nitro
Crash
Bub
Crystal
Egor
Bernadette
Cammy
T­immy
Antonio
Natasha
Natalia
Ivan
Abbey
Abdul
Carly
Aaron
Omega
F­inn
Nina
Debby
Tomato
Tabby
Artie
Archie
Noah
Kyle
Alfie
Alfred
Conrad
Conner
******
G­unner
Fry
Fries
*******
Constance
Connie
Frank
Fran
Candice
D­andy
Lucy
Lou
Louis
Quincy
Doogle
Dubie
Dakota
Ace
Casey
Barry
Te­rry
Trenton
Gabe
Laurie
Cornelius
Kabob
Sky
Skylar
Rufus
Louie
Ba­rton
Kimmy
Angel
Capri
Basil
Cy
Ruby
Emerald
Eleanea
Elenor
Barth­olomew
Jazz
Dreamer
Thunder
Topaz
Amethyst
Salsa
Meril
Dodo
Toto
­Eric
Barbera
Hannah
Katie
Zoey
Ben
Pinto
Squanto
Columbus
Columbo
Porgy
Bess
Clark
Savannah
Ken­dra
Marco
Leise
Toby
Trevor
Tresten
Treven
Adrienne
Caleb
Carlyn
­Ricky
Gibby
Donny
Han
Solo
Hans
Gabby
Dirk
Spot
Sebastian
Dee
Sco­oby Doo
Shaggy
Polly
Reginald
Burger
Steak Sauce
Ethan
Bradberry
Lucky
Fergie
Cheese
Boxer
Napoleon
Snowball­
Gerald
Jeremy
Benji
Gemma
Pal
Mal
Preston
Jack
Jackson
Molly
Mac­kenzie
Alexie
Alicia
Dora
Olivia
Salvador
Beast
Beauty
Oliver
Dal­e
Rim
Marley
Diego
*****
Bobby
Ralston
Zeke
Rooney
Plato
Cole
Nep­tune
Sailor
Frida
Rico
Dali
Veronica
Victor
Copeland
Swift
Riley
­Tubs
Lassie
Yo-yo
Harvey
Lemonade
Coke
Pepsi
Tanya
Camille
Token
­Laser
Beam
Seamus
Dorthy
Ian
Moby
Inspector Dork was not pleased with himself

he had interrogated everyone in the house
only to be knocked down by
impenetrable alibi

Spouse Susan slept soundly through the night
and was awakened in the morn
when the alarm bell rang in his room

Daughter Debby's room was a floor down
she was up with her studies
plugged to earphones

Son Simon was out for the night
he was at his friend's place
for a birthday party

Maid Maddie made his bed
when the clock in his master's room
was chiming ten

Butler Bill having served a glass of milk
closed the door behind him
and retired for the night.

Inspector Dork was about to leave the victim's room
when his eyes fell on the clock pendulum

it was not swinging

he knew who was lying.
Chelsey Oct 2014
No, I'm not (okay. You make me feel inferior,
like I must not know what I'm talking about
because I'm younger, or because
I'm a woman. You talk down to me.
All the time. You say I'm your best friend,
your soul mate, your one and only,
but I can't even be honest with you anymore.
My problems are real, and so are my feelings.
I don't need your permission
to be angry, to be grouchy, to be a
"Debby Downer," as you call me way too often.
That phrase used to make me laugh.
Now, whenever I hear it, I want to hit the nearest object
and pretend it's your face. I am my own person.
You can't tell me how to feel. Don't you ever
tell me again not to be) upset anymore.
Kenneth Gray Oct 2020
I sure would love to write. But long behold I have my consciousness to fight. Get out of my way you *******! Get out of my sight! What you're doing to me is vile, it just isn't right!

Ha! You're terrible I tell you! Your work is destined to fail! A pathway of let downs. A pathetic paper trail. You're just writing for dumpsters like its discarded mail.

Silence you demon! I will discover my strengths and discover my style. Bet your *** on that you *****. Or my name isn't Kyle! I'm not destined for failure. Youre making me tick. I'm fed up with your ******* and you're making me sick.

Hahaha I see what's happening here! Im winning you over because you're beginning to fear. You will never silence me because I am all that you hear. Throw away this writing because your ending is near. Boo hoo you baby! Are you shedding a tear?

Fall back because I'm conquering you! My determination is gritty and my motives are true. In loo of my weaknesses and in loo of my doubt. Ill never give in and cry, nor will I give in and pout. My armor is powerful and my posture is stout.

Ah, I see. Are you now breaking free? Are you standing your ground and silencing me? But what of your writings? What will they be? A dumpster fire! I bet your *** we will see! And when that happens Ill be filled with glee.

Its over Debby downer because I'll learn new techniques. I'll lay down my heart and all that it speaks. Ill write highs and lows, Ill write valleys and peaks. Ill write with the blood that my bleeding heart leaks. Now change your attitude because your attitude reaks!

I understand and submit. I lay out the red carpet for you. I see you speak from the heart and your heart does speak true. But nevertheless, I'll stick just like glue. When you worry and doubt I'll be pouncing on you. When you're pondering ideas and out for something that's new. The writings you write without me will be few.

Tousche, that's fine, but you've run out of time. Now let go of the pen because the pen is mine. I'm free to write my writings and the feelings sublime. When I master my craft my writings will be so divine. You're despicable, a decrepit rat! Ill be successful.
You can bet your *** on that!
Btw - my middle name is Kyle lol. There's a story to this one. I was at a point where I felt like giving up writing. I felt like I had nothing special or unique to bring to the table. Almost like a writers block in a sense. I didn't know what style I was after and didn't know if I was ever going to come up with something unique and special. Something just from me and only from me. Because the poems I've been reading havr all been the same. The same poem but with different words. I wanted to get out of that box. Well in my blocked mind I came up with an idea within my doubts and lack of content. To write about not being able to write. To write out my issue of being blocked. To write out the battle amd conversation I was having within my inner dialogue. This is The result of it. Ps. Thanks to my sister, Christina Daggett, because the conversations I had with her kind of helped me work this idea out. She deserves a shout on this one. Thanks sis! Hope you all enjoy it!

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