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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.
This piece was written for a discussion group known as the Failure files..a serious meeting of academic minds..I don't think they expected this bit of writing..But I performed it in the chapel at The House of St.Barnabas in Soho, a great charity with an emphasis on homelessness and employment.
Bra-Tee Dec 2014
I'm Doper than I were 2 blunts ago...
****, I'm so High I should've been a pilot.
Nigel Obiya Jan 2013
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.
Alex DeLarge Aug 2013
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
SoulSwirl Jan 2012
Warm headlights cut through the muggy latenite
of the strange *******.
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
Xoaquín Oznian Feb 2017
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/***
Strippers are beautiful to me.
And I look at them as humans with higher *** drives, doper personalities and better social skills than you.
Has it ever occurred to you that some strippers perform because they are passionate about their work?

P.S. Not all of them have STDs
Sk Abdul Aziz Jul 2016
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.
Ken Pepiton Apr 2023
Narcan, opioid antagonist…
Doper no-hoper last breath,

sneeze,
live, live on, remain possessed
eh,
hope, secular semper fi,
keep the faith, baby,
old man, laugh, yeah,
-retied liga-mind, refined
spirtual, not religious, possessed
of a mind that makes you up,
dresses you in colors,
jagged acute to apt'use stripes, wheeling
coloring contrasts across the spectrum
RGB -backlit, ultra high resolution, zoom in

dots, right, Ben Day dots
on paper become
colors availing themselves of brain gap closure,
squint and lean
closer to the light,
gnosis bias familiar
details, see, the artist, being art, autopoeisisical
special run, one off, you
ticklewormywordeater, you…
recognostic
hyped Ai guidance
easy reading being, you, mind-eyed
one who can and does, eh, decipher coded
edu- pushing through, pulling on threaded
letters
seeing
form as from a rude pen, using matter red,
and new Levis blue. ****** right, too, right.

- selah, we have a thread, marked thus,
- selah, wait here. Pause, hold this thought
- selah, wish you were here
we as wished were here,

all along the watchtower, jokers,
shooting craps with gamblers, Silverman,
big old pre Greek exchange clan,
ran the final stretch of one last hope roll,
I swear,
I saw him roll seven straight passes
on seven odd points,
and all my winnings were gone, and my wages.

Oy vey, s'okay, watch people drink on TV,
Pray like that is posed to be heaven,
on earth, the pinnacle of success,
single malt whiskey,

ha! That spirit boin bleu, boy, s'tolen you,
too many many many time to be tolen you
another time like doing this whole hell you

made up, for science sake, to know,…

How did the declared eternal worth standards
survive?
How has the balance of power story narration
wobbled on a bejeweled pivot pointing toward,
- eight billion breathing mortals,
- each finger unique, we suppose,
Share the produce,
share the effort to produce,
share a mind atuned to function over form
- The Emperor's New Mind.
- What good is knowing how small one is!
The Last Emperor's chirping cricket,
same message, same frequency,
ready
steady, quotidian duty, uniform clothing allowance,
nothing to do but think,
set the pace,

all day each day, breathe mindful or not, breathe
and be,
**** sapien, mudmadepentaform,
knowing enabled,
born naked and essentially
knowledgeless, no science,
no knowing easy from impossible.
- many magneto electro buzzings
- screeching too high to hear,
Thump.
Aha. Certain instrumental effects.
Clangggging clang, riviting ratatat machine gun,
toys of the current oldest generation's wildest pretendence.
- We all had a machine gun noise,
- and declarative gotcha, y'r dead.
- We learned Washington played war, and lead.
- Even as a boy, boys naturally followed
- the father of our nation, one, under God.
- Exceptional in the most noble classified codes.

Back in the day, in the olden times, let's pretend, make believe

we saw, maybe, five movies in a year, or less, from birth
to age eleven, or so, budding years, slow groaning summers.

Then, we got electricity, that was
1943, we moved to town…
said the old uncle, from some time ago.

Being 2023 curious, having asked what good
could be useful through me, ah, as when we pull
down strongholds,
big orthogonal law abiding piles
of non living stones,
edifying soaring declarations,
embodying the entire order of God.
From whom all blessings flow,
through the leader, who translates art.

Worth is measured at the ticket booth,
the box office keeps tabs.
The audience votes with the reaction
to the bait.
Trolling for nibbles, snakey lick sense, feel,
mmm hmmm inter, between state, pose
relative rest, now, here, interesting, esse.
-Warrior mindset, new tools, new reasons
war after madness sets in,
this is no time for sabers of any sort,
spells and tells, and told means to ends,
secrets held to the death,
seep from the records,
Nixon's karma tapes,
Nancy's stars telling her to say NO.
Dare exposure deemed good parenting.
We pull down
imaginations that have exalted themselves,
Ai, we each have our own art, I insist I am not you.
Line after line, letting go guilty leisure, persist in youness.
- plants are gateways away from synthetics
- dye to distinguish your cloak of no color.

Dare be nada mas, not coo', not hot, just fine,
traditionally, right, how you do in'? Just fine,
perfectly acceptable interaction between strangers,

eyes met, prompting projection, yes, you, I see. So what,
fine grain realizing, how I'm doin', just fine, thanks
for asking
in passing… shine on the serial sadness, a little light,
fills the inbetween, you see.
Narcan is available to many who do not use killer chemicals, for the asking,
you can carry Narcan, just in case, one day you see a per son about to be
one of the three who will die in your node of civilization today.
Dangling needles below dangling non breathing heads,
the persons connected to such, can, and have, lived.
Styles May 2015
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.
Penne Jul 2019
Cities in a thousand flight
Lights in a million fight
Flashing a million-dollar night
Feeling of a holy might

Seems right
Nothing tight
Circle around it must be a fright
Know that is a trite
Sparkle altogether as those sprites

Float away in a bright
Wrap me as if my knight
Do not leave in blight
Or seep through as a knife

High in this life
Like my lush in the rush
Brush my blush
Royal flush
Hush!
I hear...

Casinos, clubs, grands
Never bland
Limitless in this golden land
Scent of a brand

Never know what to decipher
Getting doper
When to flower
Unspeakable thoughts
But felt if they are all already spoken

Do it need to be dark
Do it need to be blank
Or frank?
Do it need to be rude
Does it need a hood

Captures the mood
Of the billion fingerlings
Swing in the blings
Wings in the rings

Tingling to mingle
To not be single
The lips of meringue
In the hidden harangue

Fight or flight
Not in the big one
Not in the deadly one
But in the hustle bustle
Of the dog-eat-dog castle
Until it becomes a rat chasing away from a snake hassle

The hustle bustle
Ruffles my truffles
Exquisite expensiveness
Conceals breeze of loneliness

Golden feast
Chandeliers from beasts
Sounds of civilized life
But still finding
What is missing

Satisfaction from unsatisfaction
Know the fraction
Of attention
Amused reaction

Anything can be built
Quilt then wilt
Divided between humility and progress
But these are fortresses

Will you destroy?
Or employ?
Stay in the middle
I guess that is the best choice
In this walking riddle
Travis Green Feb 2022
You give me a severe scarlet fever
When you engulf me in your ardency
Make me so **** blazed
Fantasizing about being up all on you
Feel the smoothness and strongness of your body
Rock with you in your home
In your bedroom is where we can get it on
I wanna devour you on sight
Lovingly kiss your soft, seductive lips
Like the glowing moon that kisses the night sky

I wanna hear your **** whispers in my ear
Enclasp me tightly, touch me with your spellbound eyes
Give me your tremendous thugness
Keep me whipped with your superheated street loving
So extremely authentic and strengthening
I’m so hopelessly in love with you
I ache for unsurpassable passion with you
You mess with my head in the craziest way

I can see your shimmering handsomeness in my mind
Your contagious smile, your fresh smelling beard
Your velvety body hair
You are so breathtaking
I’m so shook and hooked on your suaveness
You are the sunshine that glows in my soul
Brighter than gold, doper than a concert show
I can’t stay away from you

You look at me with your powerfully bewitching eyes
And I submerge in your boundless powers of attraction
I’m so carried away in your world
So exhilarated to embrace your body
Dance in a paradise of enchantment
Feel the harmony in our starlit love
Travis Green Jan 2022
You are my heart
A true, sweet star that transcends this time
A deeply distinguished king
Who knows his place in life
So calm, strong, manly, and candid
So likable, lion-hearted, and laid-back
A magically moving place
Where I can escape feeling your infinite love

Feel you circling in my world
Feel my nerves rejoice in your gloriousness
Actively anticipating with eagerness
To interlock with you and feel you through and through
I find surpassing solace in your heartland
I see an incandescent and treasured man
Everything that shimmers like the wondrous waves of the sea
My forever place that’s never too far to embrace

You stay in the palace of my dreams
You flourish immensely within me
You give me soul magic
Doper than the beats blasting in my head
You are a wild, spellbinding storm
That takes on a more phenomenal form
And I couldn’t be any more overjoyed to be in your closeness
To feel what you hide away from the surface
To learn you in more ways that allow us to both emerge

I have never known strength like this before
It feels so sensational to ignore
I stare into the mirror and see you behind me
Your presence is what keeps me from colliding in pain
I have been there before, and I never wish to return
To see you giving me all the love I need
Is the best blessing I could ever ask for
To be in your world, to feel your absorbing affection
I feel so guarded by an alluring, strong, and whole man

— The End —