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my subject, mrs. ((brown?)) for this speech is going to be: obesity. ish. you see I remember the article you handed out to us, loos-leafed, fresh-pressed, a dry white piece that told, in simplest terms, the most inarguable & bland facts about !healthy eating & !weight loss! but mrs ((whatever)), I want to tell n and the entire ******* crisp class, that obesity is a load of steaming **** from someone who’s really fucki ng sick (you know how much better it stinks then) that obesity was made to be glorified, I don’t tell you this— I ****** jiggle it to you, grab my santa clause puch and shove it at you-- tick tock we wait for the clock to tell us what s to come, except it makes us guess --see this: a mid-age woman, mother, fat & previously fat, goes in for stabbing pain in the chest, or chronic diarrhea, seeing stars & no energy left. ((this happens)) the doctor says, well let’s weigh you n see if you’ve lost the weight I told you to lose before remember Sharol now Sharol..,,,, sweety….. you weigh 55.62 lbs over the state-set “healthy limit”k, so we’re just gonna give u these diet pills & I promise they work,. all nach-yer-awl u see, none of that waterweight ******** [! excuse my language] and in about 3 months you’ll lose half that overweight, and I promise the starsll go away and you’ll feel right tip top okay now that’ll be $60 & come bac k in a month to tell me how much you’ve lost okay haha but that’s alrightright? she was unhealthy & doctors make you healthy only her brain cancer maybe, or like, colon cancer or literally anything other obesity kills her in about 3 months bc the **** doctor would only pretend that she cared what was wrong with Sharol, sweety…,,, im sharol and so are you and so is your uncle & so is your mother, probably because most of us are “obese” & the only cure for obesity is the cure for the term “obesity” you see
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Obesity
my subject, mrs. ((brown?)) for this speech is going to be: obesity. ish. you see I remember the article you handed out to us, loos-leafed, fresh-pressed, a dry white piece that told, in simplest terms, the most inarguable & bland facts about !healthy eating & !weight loss! but mrs ((whatever)), I want to tell n and the entire ******* crisp class, that obesity is a load of steaming **** from someone who’s really fucki ng sick (you know how much better it stinks then) that obesity was made to be glorified, I don’t tell you this— I ****** jiggle it to you, grab my santa clause puch and shove it at you-- tick tock we wait for the clock to tell us what s to come, except it makes us guess --see this: a mid-age woman, mother, fat & previously fat, goes in for stabbing pain in the chest, or chronic diarrhea, seeing stars & no energy left. ((this happens)) the doctor says, well let’s weigh you n see if you’ve lost the weight I told you to lose before remember Sharol now Sharol..,,,, sweety….. you weigh 55.62 lbs over the state-set “healthy limit”k, so we’re just gonna give u these diet pills & I promise they work,. all nach-yer-awl u see, none of that waterweight ******** [! excuse my language] and in about 3 months you’ll lose half that overweight, and I promise the starsll go away and you’ll feel right tip top okay now that’ll be $60 & come bac k in a month to tell me how much you’ve lost okay haha but that’s alrightright? she was unhealthy & doctors make you healthy only her brain cancer maybe, or like, colon cancer or literally anything other obesity kills her in about 3 months bc the **** doctor would only pretend that she cared what was wrong with Sharol, sweety…,,, im sharol and so are you and so is your uncle & so is your mother, probably because most of us are “obese” & the only cure for obesity is the cure for the term “obesity” you see
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In the solemn air of the exam hall. With the weight of the world pressing against its walls. Students write, scribble and scrawl. In the solemn air of the exam hall. In the solemn air of the exam hall The burden is great with every stroke big or small. Written on these papers their path in life. In the solemn air of the exam hall. In the solemn air of the exam hall. Diarrhea of all sorts spill onto papers before. Brain dead they are. In the solemn air of the exam hall
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
The Exam Hall
Bel blo mi pen ( my stomach hurts) My mother isnt there Bel blo mi pen only fathers, brothers, uncles, washing public Bel blo mi pen village pig is in my stomach Bel blo mi pen Ralarlar Village I am Bel blo mi pen I stumble to the cook haus (kitchen) Bel blo mi pen Bubu Tami and Bubu Peni ( grandmother Tami, grandfather Peni) Bel blo mi pen half a teaspoon of salt, half a teaspoon of sugar Bel blo mi pen kerosine and flicker follow Bel blo mi pen forest and twilight, unfamiliar Bel blo mi pen heshen bag, dirt, hole, diarrhea Bel blo mi pen she whistles softly, kicking earth Bel blo mi pen The sound of you are not alone Bel blo mi pen never felt so at home Bel blo mi pen photo, me as baby and her sitting on the floor Bel blo mi pen never will another cushion Bel blo mi pen I wept at the airport after only 5 days Bel blo mi pen Years later when she passes Bel blo mi pen she visits me behind my eyes Bel blo mi pen another year passes, a disguise Bel blo mi pen Tami born in Melbourne niece, surprise Bel blo mi pen A moment living, never dies A woman heard a small girls cries. Alone, without her own mothers eyes.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 6:10 AM UTC
Bel blo mi pen
'Twas the night before Thanksgiving And all through the forest All the turkeys were gathered From the richest to poorest For a meeting was called To plan their revenge For all of their loved ones Who were ever cooked or singed Now this turkey rebellion Was long overdue How would they get even? And what would they do? I was there that night When their meeting adjourned Keep reading this poem To see what I learned This meeting went on For what seemed like an hour 'Til a gobbler stepped forth In their circle of power Now all the turkeys agreed To this gobbler's idea They'd all eat some exlax And give them diarrhea No matter how they cooked it Bake it or boil it The humans would spend All day on the toilet So, remember this Thanksgiving As you try to relax Have plenty of TP For those sudden attacks
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Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
'Twas The Night Before Thanksgiving
But soft, what flatulence through yonder rancid window breaks.  If it is the east, well then I’m heading west. I wish I could recite this and I wouldn’t be talking about my life, but life is fair… just not for me. So I dive right in unfortunately.  And I bask and I bask and I bask.  Hold on, wait, please allow me to retract, as this occurs numerously within occupation.  I firstly divide the **** cheeks, as if Moses dividing the seas.  Like Jesus I break bread… anyways… my life is literally spent with my nose sandwiched between numerous people’s backsides. This brings me to my next point… I love my job… because I love people.  My favorites are obese people because they suffocate me and for a brief moment I am without consciousness and have not a clue of my reality.  The people I do it for the most though are the unstable people, you know?... the people with digestive problems that are so unstable they sometimes slip and instead of their body gas I am left with a face that looks like a diarrhea toilet.  I am a poet though and therefore I hold onto the only significant job related poem that I’ve seen on our restroom walls… “Here I sit lonely hearted, came to **** but only farted.”
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
The **** sniffer
oh my beautiful, so cramped up inside. please don't cry.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
period diarrhea (10w)
And somebody exists They've got brain malnutrition Their brains puke and get diarrhea "Red Wine_23 December 2012"
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:04 AM UTC
Brain Puke
Your name, has become a curse word that falls from my lips. The picture of you in my head, has become blurred and wants to be forgotten. Your voice, has become a door that lacks oil. The way you move your body, must be because of your deceiving bones. Your rat like eyes, have become the worst color of diarrhea. I know this is not the just the “Call out a back stabbers” poem, lets name the flaws on and in my own skin, that just so happened, to be pointed out by you. As you covered my face in nine pounds of a “makeover”, you said you couldn’t see the flaws on my skin anymore. Flaws? You went far enough to point the pubescent scars. of my lips, cheeks, and chin. The shyness I have of talking to my friends, was pointed out because you didn’t have someone to talk to that night. Excuse me, but I thought the effort of the friendship was supposed to be put forth by both “friends”? Next, near the end of the friendship, you often told me I was a terrible friend. I cried. A lot. Later when that came up, you told me you were just trying to make a point. Why as a friend didn’t you just try to talk to me, instead of trying to start insignificant bull crap? But here I sit now, with friends that could always be so much better than you. I often hear your snickering words behind me a your lunch table, and I turn around and smile at you and your “friend’. You usually **** your head in confusion, but really, that's me. The 15 year old giant ginger with a second graders personality, stinking my pinky finger up at you to flip you off in Chinese, and to say in a nonexistent voice, “frick you”.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
A Pinkie and a Second Graders Personality
Your name, has become a curse word that falls from my lips. The picture of you in my head, has become blurred and wants to be forgotten. Your voice, has become a door that lacks oil. The way you move your body, must be because of your deceiving bones. Your rat like eyes, have become the worst color of diarrhea. I know this is not the just the “Call out a back stabbers” poem, lets name the flaws on and in my own skin, that just so happened, to be pointed out by you. As you covered my face in nine pounds of a “makeover”, you said you couldn’t see the flaws on my skin anymore. Flaws? You went far enough to point the pubescent scars. of my lips, cheeks, and chin. The shyness I have of talking to my friends, was pointed out because you didn’t have someone to talk to that night. Excuse me, but I thought the effort of the friendship was supposed to be put forth by both “friends”? Next, near the end of the friendship, you often told me I was a terrible friend. I cried. A lot. Later when that came up, you told me you were just trying to make a point. Why as a friend didn’t you just try to talk to me, instead of trying to start insignificant bull crap? But here I sit now, with friends that could always be so much better than you. I often hear your snickering words behind me a your lunch table, and I turn around and smile at you and your “friend’. You usually **** your head in confusion, but really, that's me. The 15 year old giant ginger with a second graders personality, stinking my pinky finger up at you to flip you off in Chinese, and to say in a nonexistent voice, “frick you”.
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I've been blocked well an good by some obtuse butthurt mindfuck cant believe my luck! but please unblock me long enough to delete your unread message (so I can clean up your verbal Diarrhea) It's annoying to me as its messing up the aesthetics of my screen
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
very annoying....
Candle Magick A Poem by Corset My Latina Coworker sat across from my desk; heartbroken that her lover wanted to try again with his wife; pulled out a brown paper sack and asked me if I believed in hummingbird candle magick, and then proceeded to tell me how to cast a love spell. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told her I believed in the power of mind to shape her universe. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two days later she's snap chatting her married lover again, has been unblocked and has now switched to candles of ********** !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My dog has diarrhea and is blowing holes through the walls of her crate, I must have lit the wrong kind or color of candles. © 2015 Corset
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Candle Magick
but I am a different kind of adventurous. even if I only dance with others, or hit whistle notes with Brett, even if Joe's the only one I'd kiss without a single regret I love long car rides, I'll take your shift, I'll let you sleep an extra two hours I love the smell of sunscreen and graham crackers and how I've been sitting in these shorts for too long that there has to be a sweat stain. I don't know, have you ever had cheetos at a rest-stop before Modesto? We'd make it to Santa Cruz on time. I may not climb the Himalaya's with you, or go to Paraguay because I'm afraid of chronic diarrhea, but I am so much more than my fears. Have you ever had cheetos at a rest-stop before Modesto?
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
A Thousand Interestings.
I sensually rub pickles on your torso. My lust for you is like black coffee. Really strong with an after effect of diarrhea I am jittery for you my dear Let me rub this yo-yo all over your ear. A thief broke into my house and saw a naked grandma so he left.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Sensual Pickle Rubs
The patient has had no nausea, vomiting or back pain. No chills, fatigue, fever, decreased vision or double vision. No ear drainage or hearing loss, epistaxis or runny nose. No sore throat, calf pain, chest pain, cough or difficulty breathing. No pedal edema, palpitations, black stools, ****** stools or constipation. No diarrhea, urinary frequency, laceration, skin rash or depression. No dizziness, headache, head injury, weakness or enlarged lymph nodes. All systems negative and yet
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
Review of Systems
waste matter discharged from the mother's bowels; feces, excreta, stools, droppings; waste matter, ordure, dung; **** poo, dirt, turds, **** "cleaning up ferret excrement": mid 16th century: from French excrément or Latin excrementum, from excernere ‘to sift out’ feces;                              act of defecating; a contemptible or worthless person; something worthless; garbage; nonsense; "this book is **** unpleasant experiences or treatment; "I went through a lot of **** last year" things or stuff, especially personal belongings;           "he left all his **** in my apartment"                              events or circumstances; _"some crazy **** went down last night"_ any psychoactive drug, especially marijuana [the good **** good **** verb: **** 3rd person present: ***** past tense: ******* past participle: ******* past tense: **** past participle: **** past tense: shat; past participle: shat; gerund or present participle: ******** expel feces from the body, soiling one's clothes as a result; expelling feces accidentally; very frightened. tease or try to deceive someone or thing. "I **** you not"                    exclamation                    exclamation: ****         [exclamation of disgust, anger, or annoyance] Old English scitte ‘diarrhea,’   of Germanic origin; related to Dutch schijten, German scheissen [verb]; _The term was originally neutral and used without ****** connotation_;             *********** from Greek κόπρος, kópros—excrement    & φιλία, philía— liking, fondness, also called scatophilia or ****        [Greek: σκατά, skatá-feces], is the paraphilia involving   ****** arousal & pleasure                        from specific feces; meanly,                 his mother said,   _u can drink my *** but don't eat my **** then she **** & *** & the boy drank but when he put the warm **** to his mouth, she slapped it out of his hand & yelled, I told u not to eat my **** & the boy began to cry & feeling bad his mother turned to let him lick the bowl &    rim the moist wet hole between        her pudgy cheeks & then gave him more of her tangy *** to drink like lemonade & chocolate chips,     sometimes it was more like sweet sherbet; but she never hit him again & he's been eating her **** ever since; now, his wife lets him drink her *** & he eats from the baby's *****
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
nolite, manducare, matris, stercore
waste matter discharged from the mother's bowels; feces, excreta, stools, droppings; waste matter, ordure, dung; **** poo, dirt, turds, **** "cleaning up ferret excrement": mid 16th century: from French excrément or Latin excrementum, from excernere ‘to sift out’ feces;                              act of defecating; a contemptible or worthless person; something worthless; garbage; nonsense; "this book is **** unpleasant experiences or treatment; "I went through a lot of **** last year" things or stuff, especially personal belongings;           "he left all his **** in my apartment"                              events or circumstances; _"some crazy **** went down last night"_ any psychoactive drug, especially marijuana [the good **** good **** verb: **** 3rd person present: ***** past tense: ******* past participle: ******* past tense: **** past participle: **** past tense: shat; past participle: shat; gerund or present participle: ******** expel feces from the body, soiling one's clothes as a result; expelling feces accidentally; very frightened. tease or try to deceive someone or thing. "I **** you not"                    exclamation                    exclamation: ****         [exclamation of disgust, anger, or annoyance] Old English scitte ‘diarrhea,’   of Germanic origin; related to Dutch schijten, German scheissen [verb]; _The term was originally neutral and used without ****** connotation_;             *********** from Greek κόπρος, kópros—excrement    & φιλία, philía— liking, fondness, also called scatophilia or ****        [Greek: σκατά, skatá-feces], is the paraphilia involving   ****** arousal & pleasure                        from specific feces; meanly,                 his mother said,   _u can drink my *** but don't eat my **** then she **** & *** & the boy drank but when he put the warm **** to his mouth, she slapped it out of his hand & yelled, I told u not to eat my **** & the boy began to cry & feeling bad his mother turned to let him lick the bowl &    rim the moist wet hole between        her pudgy cheeks & then gave him more of her tangy *** to drink like lemonade & chocolate chips,     sometimes it was more like sweet sherbet; but she never hit him again & he's been eating her **** ever since; now, his wife lets him drink her *** & he eats from the baby's *****
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Rolling dawn to dusk across the starry length, Spiraling circles amidst blazing orbs. Held no memories of my stellar birth, Nor tell vast upheavals of mighty epics.   Early shedding of original flames, A layer of hydrogen was burned away. Convulsions, diarrhea shrouds my youth, A steamy cloak caresses my tender skin.   Around four billion laps before this day, Life awakened in my ancient depths. Poison polluted my outer coat, aye, As oxygen poured from primal bugs.   Cycles of warmth and ice marks my crotch, Evolving life, risking death, must adapt. Such poor creatures persist beneath my watch, I shelter them from the frigid void.   Toward the day of the dull red giant, Even I am facing the gates of malicious wrath. All shall perish under their final monument, From youth, to strength, then wisdom, onto death.   Sadly, star dust tells no tales.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
The Gaia Monologue
Diarrhea boom... FLERRRRRRRK!!!! I am sweating on this silent throne, Cold is my sweating double lump, my butt-ox. Dripping sopping is my hole, wet for you, my boo. PLUMP!  SHPLOOP!  SQUISH! UHN! UWAAAAAH! That is my plural drip, my dipping **** flow, Niagara. Ookatini flip, my pencil fell in. Fish it out with my hand. Ooh, Telpavin.  Time out time, sitting on the toiley. There is no doiley to conceal this mess.  Ten sixteen. 3 A.M. 7 A.M. I'm not even wiping yet. My dad comes in from working the steel mill.  He needs the can. I cannot. Offer him. It. I wiped for hours. Then I pooped again. Like an elephant. I need a colostomy bag. Diarrhea Boom part 5
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Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC
Diarrhea Boom
So my elderly mother who I am taking care of was in bed for a month or so and she yelled to me that she had to go to the bathroom but she couldn't stand up so she told me to change her protective underwear and when I did I saw that she was covered with black diarrhea so I cleaned it off as best I could and she tried to stand up but collapsed on the floor so I called 911 and the men came and said "Internal bleeding".
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 8:48 AM UTC
Black Diarrhea
Bowling ***** Stepping in and smelling fresh diarrhea and cigarettes Slide your fingers into the heels of over worn shoes Then your feet- someone has been here before, hundreds of people have sit in the solid plastic swivel step up to the dead rack and pick up a germ infested, god-forsaken ball bowl terribly and pull your glute repeat. Ten frames.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Bowling and depravity
Anticipation is a powerful drug. It heals suffering Looking forward to something, such a fantastic feeling Everyone should experience Anticipation in their lifetime Everyone will experience Anticipation in their lifetime Anticipation kills fear and births happiness It creates smiles and destroys frowns And that moment When you finally feel the ****** the result of all built up Anticipation Truly jaw dropping Eye opening Great Anticipation is not for everyone, especially people who let it consume themselves too much And of those with Anxiety Some find it easy to confuse the feeling of Anxiety with the feeling of Anticipation A silly mistake, easily fixed with a simple dosage of Realization Warning, side effects of Anticipation may include Butterflies Nausea Diarrhea Wanting to sleep the day away to make the thing you are anticipating come faster Loss of appetite Over-excitement This does not effect everyone with Anticipation, however, One side effect that does inflict all is the satisfaction The satisfaction of the event behind all of this Anticipation
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Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
Anticipation
**** the Police Coming straight out the underground Young brother got it bad Cuz I look Mexican and I'm brown Can't forget to do diarrhea on the sheriff deputies Cuz you wear a uniform and a badge think you deserve respect like a G Biggest violaters of civil rights in the ******* land take advantage of everybody cuz you think we're stupid and you can Where are you going? What's your name? Are you on Probation? California is not a stop and identify state How about I cuff your *** Take you to an alley and let out all my frustration Am I under arrest? Or am I free to go is what I ask Boo bop & slit your throat come up from behind with a ******* Chucky mask I'm the worst ******* nightmare there ever has been A conscious, Chicano, 5 percenter Moorish American free national citizen How about next time you **** one of us We hunt you down, home invade your family and launch you all of a cliff in a bus. Quick to leave a pig bleeding left for dead in a ***** ditch ***** sewed to your mouth, you wanna be me punk *** ***** Or we'll cut your head off and stick it to a thousand foot pole start the vampire nation, count Vlad's idea yea I stole. 14th amendment, 85 percenter corporate security guard driving a big *** truck with your undersized ***** and you think your all hard, you ******* ****** You're obvious and pathetic I got no time to play We don't die we multiply and the movement is here to stay. Get off me stupid I ain't signing no autographs Che Guevara reincarnated now who has the last laugh?
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
**** The Police
**** the Police Coming straight out the underground Young brother got it bad Cuz I look Mexican and I'm brown Can't forget to do diarrhea on the sheriff deputies Cuz you wear a uniform and a badge think you deserve respect like a G Biggest violaters of civil rights in the ******* land take advantage of everybody cuz you think we're stupid and you can Where are you going? What's your name? Are you on Probation? California is not a stop and identify state How about I cuff your *** Take you to an alley and let out all my frustration Am I under arrest? Or am I free to go is what I ask Boo bop & slit your throat come up from behind with a ******* Chucky mask I'm the worst ******* nightmare there ever has been A conscious, Chicano, 5 percenter Moorish American free national citizen How about next time you **** one of us We hunt you down, home invade your family and launch you all of a cliff in a bus. Quick to leave a pig bleeding left for dead in a ***** ditch ***** sewed to your mouth, you wanna be me punk *** ***** Or we'll cut your head off and stick it to a thousand foot pole start the vampire nation, count Vlad's idea yea I stole. 14th amendment, 85 percenter corporate security guard driving a big *** truck with your undersized ***** and you think your all hard, you ******* ****** You're obvious and pathetic I got no time to play We don't die we multiply and the movement is here to stay. Get off me stupid I ain't signing no autographs Che Guevara reincarnated now who has the last laugh?
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The way is blocked Hurting only you You can still help others But your creativity stopped You have Creative Constipation And there is one way to make it stop Face your fears Try something new Make a memory Get scraped a few Take a Creative Laxative Get those juices flowing again Then you’ll have Creative Diarrhea Ideas flowing forth In the forms Of line or verse Movie or paint Everything you see Will be touched By your creative spree
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
Creative Constipation
I've diarrhea, And it's ink, Explaining why My writing stinks. I've constipation Of the brain, Leaving little But shart stains. I'm irregular, I'll wear a diaper, And write my poems On toilet paper.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
Shart Attack
(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!) Rockin country genre "Big Mouth Surgery"       (by david John Clare) (rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix) Wow!  She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot But we don't get... just what she's trying to say We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet Guess all them new school-words get in the way We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician But he wanted more... than we could pay So we took her down to see... our local town physician And here's what old doc... had to say Boys... "She needs Big Mouth Surgery" Her tongue is on the blink She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more 'Cause she don't know how to think So please don't be stallin' Her brain is now corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' And she just can't ''shut-up!" Big Mouth Surgery Cause no pills seem to work Hurry please now doctor Before she drives us all berserk Big Mouth Surgery But will it work without a doubt? Better make it a lobotomy Before she starts to shout! (solo) Our reputations are expensive While her talk is **** cheap You just can't tell her nothin' 'Cause a secret she can't keep No one seems to know What the fuss is all about We're just waitin' for her brain To catch up with her mouth She needs Big Mouth Surgery Her mind is on the blink She always talks, talks and talks all day Why can't she just please stop & think? So please don't be stallin' Her head is all corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' Her fat-mouth can't shut-up! Big Mouth Surgery We need to find her a shrink Hurry please there doctor Before she drives us all to drink Big Mouth Surgery She's heard north, east, west & south Who gave her brain a laxative? Got diarrhea of the mouth! Big Mouth Surgery No pill can take effect Hurry please now doctor She is a mental wreck Our minds: she made us loose Her words: just seem to ooze It's so hard: to take a snooze We just drown all-day in ***** Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . . To wash away our ear-ache blues! Yip Yip Zip Lip!  ...Yee Haw! (c) 2009    David Wayne Clare CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI all rights reserved in perpetuity
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
Big Mouth Surgery
(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!) Rockin country genre "Big Mouth Surgery"       (by david John Clare) (rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix) Wow!  She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot But we don't get... just what she's trying to say We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet Guess all them new school-words get in the way We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician But he wanted more... than we could pay So we took her down to see... our local town physician And here's what old doc... had to say Boys... "She needs Big Mouth Surgery" Her tongue is on the blink She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more 'Cause she don't know how to think So please don't be stallin' Her brain is now corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' And she just can't ''shut-up!" Big Mouth Surgery Cause no pills seem to work Hurry please now doctor Before she drives us all berserk Big Mouth Surgery But will it work without a doubt? Better make it a lobotomy Before she starts to shout! (solo) Our reputations are expensive While her talk is **** cheap You just can't tell her nothin' 'Cause a secret she can't keep No one seems to know What the fuss is all about We're just waitin' for her brain To catch up with her mouth She needs Big Mouth Surgery Her mind is on the blink She always talks, talks and talks all day Why can't she just please stop & think? So please don't be stallin' Her head is all corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' Her fat-mouth can't shut-up! Big Mouth Surgery We need to find her a shrink Hurry please there doctor Before she drives us all to drink Big Mouth Surgery She's heard north, east, west & south Who gave her brain a laxative? Got diarrhea of the mouth! Big Mouth Surgery No pill can take effect Hurry please now doctor She is a mental wreck Our minds: she made us loose Her words: just seem to ooze It's so hard: to take a snooze We just drown all-day in ***** Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . . To wash away our ear-ache blues! Yip Yip Zip Lip!  ...Yee Haw! (c) 2009    David Wayne Clare CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI all rights reserved in perpetuity
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