"doper" poems
The glory of failure.
It’s just **** with sugar on
Jam and cream without the scone.
Because when I’m begging out in the street
And my eyes happen to meet those eyes that look down
To me on the ground, and you put a coin in my cup,
Just remember you’re looking down I’m the one looking up.
And for those who pass by while shedding a tear
Don’t worry yourself none I’ve made enough for my gear
And more than enough for a couple of beers.
I know what you’ll say
You’ll say, I waste life away
Like I’ve wasted this day.
But I’ll say, I made enough to pay for my addiction.
The seduction which leads me to say
That’s the glory of failure.
I saw an advert for a job and this job was paying quite a few bob.
But I wouldn’t have got it…no sugar just ****
So I didn’t bother trying
I went back to lying on my bed
I went back to getting out of my head.
When all’s done and said I’m just a no hoper
A drug fiendish doper.
That’s the glory of failure.
If I could have a chance, a second chance, a last chance
To get my brain round to thinking
To think I’ll stop drinking.
I could get off the gear, I could get off my rear.
I could send my C.V to employers
Those employers who are known as the unemployment destroyers.
I could have a meaning instead of this leaning I have,
Towards self destruction.
I could get a job on a site become involved in construction.
So many things on the doorstep right here
But really
I much rather prefer getting ****** on the gear.
Oh yes that’s the glory of failure.
I should get myself well move out from this hell
But what the doctors have said is, in six months I’ll be dead
So I’m going to make tracks.
No,not those made by the needle
I’m going to wheedle
My way into a hospice which could be quite nice.
I think that’s the glory of failure
But what the hey I’m a guardian reader
But unlike other guardian readers those centre right bleeders
I’m totally anarchist, often totally tanked up and ******
But in reading the guardian I just cannot lose
It makes such wonderful padding for the holes in the soles of my shoes.
And I’ve had plenty of dates with several girlfriends of mates
But when they’re looking down there and they see nothing stir.
That may be the glory of failure.
Perhaps when I’m old and I’m ready to die
I might cast my mind back and I might wonder why,
Every time I have failed the boat seems to have just sailed.
But I was never a sailor.
I was just a participant in
The Glory Of Failure.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
I just want to say thank you
Thanks
Thanks to all those people that never gave up on me when I almost gave up on myself
Thanks to all those that offered a helping hand, you will always deserve my help
If you will ever need it
This piece you will know is about you… yes you
My friend, my ‘fan’… no one else will ever read it
When I write for you I do not just write, this piece I breathe it… I bleed it
That sort of support and faith in me from you… I realize now, I need it
Thank you
Thanks
You who pulled me aside at the bar… and said “I have never heard a doper rapper thus far”
You who said “That poem I read… the one you wrote, killed me dead”
You… my friend, are the reason I keep my head above water
The reason I don’t drown… word to my mother…
To my unborn son… to my unborn daughter
The number of times I thought ‘I’m done’
Then in the midst of a dark spell, a ray of hope, a light
A bit of sun
I am not a vampire so I step into it… I don’t burn
I allow that support to teach me, allow myself to learn
We all have at one point or another, danced with the devil
And tripped
But with your trampoline-like support, I bounce back
Yes
You show me, make me realize
I am more than well equipped.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
A dismal despot, allowing distracting dimensions.
Another distant drowning accentuating dire directions.
Assimilated destinies detailing a dreadful downfall.
Accumulated disinterest destroying antique displayed drywall.
Abstract desires depicting abnormal - doper,
Destined attention deficit disorder
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
Warm headlights cut through the muggy latenite
of the strange wet dream.
All the anger, frustration and pain
shift to
primitive energy (skin tight and mad doper than smack).
does it get surreal?
The desire for an invasion of your body is like a suspicion
overloading the ocean of ones and zeros.
the reservoir is full again.
planetary evolution is merely a diversion.
Look, mommy, there is an airplane in the sky.
pleasure
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 2:40 PM UTC
*I don't do "love" nor do I believe in it
So I'll say that I am wildly and erotically attracted to them.
The strip clubs happen to be my church because as Jay-Z & Kanye once said "Ain't No Church In The Wild" and in the wild the laws of attraction exist only in the minds of dreamers
Everything about a stripper's lifestyle excites me endlessly
It's arousing to watch the ****** chemistry of their legs gently touching as they walk back and forth between stages.
I just want to kiss all of them between their pretty thighs and to have the miracles of their little ******* sing sweet *** to the sins of my mouth
The first thing I usually notice about a stripper is the *** because I'm an *** man and I get a small but nice amount of stimulation from the way the cheeks swing back and forth when they are on the move. Makes me just want to bend them over, spread their cheeks and just lick their **** little buttholes all night long (if they're clean of course)
I also love when they shake their ******* in front of me. The intense ****** satisfaction I get as they swing back and forth is ******* mesmerizing. The ******* are my breaking point because that's when I lose all control especially when they rub them and moan for me a little.
I particularly love watching them as they smoke their cigarettes. I always imagine my **** being in place of those cigarettes. ******** on a **** is far healthier.
Lastly I just love every inch of flawless skin that they display.
I don't give a **** about you ******* crying "She/he's a ***** "She/he has mommy/daddy issues." "She has AIDS/HIV
Strippers are beautiful to me.*
*And I look at them as humans with higher *** drives, doper personalities and better social skills than you.*
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
Growing up..one of my favourite hobbies was reading the newspaper..i absolutely loved reading it..politics,sports,finanicial markets,entertainment,cartoons,crosswords....a wide array of items to choose from...however now i just dread reading it...what's the point?...all i read is depressing news...some lunatic who doesn't know and absolutely doesn't understand anything about religion spreads hate and terror in the name of religion...some women somewhere gets killed coz she refused to give in to the lustful desires of a man..someone is shot coz of his skin colour...someone sports a beard and wears a skullcap..so the automatic assumption is that he has got to be a terrorist...someone who is seen as a huge sports icon and a role model later turns out to be a big time doper and a cheat...i mean what kind of world are we living in?...whom do we trust?...for all we know our next door neighbour could be a criminal...hell i don't even have no faith in the police...over the past year or so the events that have been taking place around the world has deeply saddened me..the world is just going from worse to worst...and it pains me even more to see lunatics distort the teachings of Islam just to fulfill their evil desires.A true Muslim..a God-fearing Muslim will never indulge in any acts of violence..I am a Muslim and i have friends from all religions.During christmas i go out with my friends...i sometimes also go to churches.Islam has always preached tolerance and those who are doing the opposite don't know anything about Islam.One of the basic teachings of Islam states that he who kills one innocent person it is as if he has killed entire humanity and he who helps one person in need it is as if he has helped entire humanity. I strongly condemn every act of terror wherever it takes place.This kind of barbarism is simply unacceptable.May Almighty offer strength to the families of the victims of terror attacks and bless entire humanity with peace.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
Excuse me for a minute while I spit something specific, on another level like a hydrologic, I spit bionics like i'm hooked on phonics, blowing minds like super sized Sonics, back to flowing for a minute, being real is doper than fake, you can tell by the way I spit it this ain't a gimmick, I been in it for a minute, all the tricks I done seen it, I been around small circles, literally took the scenic. All the lessons I done learned, watching as my youth relive it. History repeat itself, it's getting older by the minute.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC