"doritos" poems - Hello Poetry

"doritos" poems

I join the game, I act so lame but, really I'm a troll and the tides take a toll I spout up dank memes until the non-memers scream and when pepe comes about, take the meme-haters out "stop, stop, noob!" they say while eating Doritos and singing away your 360 no scope can't **** me, cause honestly, your 'friend' is my secret trustee so bombard all you want fill me with hate the memers will meme on until it gets... late. goodnight.

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Aug 19, 2016

Aug 19, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC

BlackAndWhiteStars

I join the game, I act so lame but, really I'm a troll and the tides take a toll I spout up dank memes until the non-memers scream and when pepe comes about, take the meme-haters out "stop, stop, noob!" they say while eating Doritos and singing away your 360 no scope can't **** me, cause honestly, your 'friend' is my secret trustee so bombard all you want fill me with hate the memers will meme on until it gets... late. goodnight.

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**** My buddy My man The only time id eat a ginger bread man **** I huff and I puff And I blow nothing down There ain't nothin but a couch and some Doritos I could even knock down **** Couldn't hurt a fly But I might blow smoke in your eye **** So nice so fly Man I'm high as the sky **** Where am I? At the store craving some s'mores **** I like twix too Don't call me a Jew **** We all have fun We laugh But we're too high to run ****

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Jul 14, 2014

Jul 14, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC

**** My buddy My man The only time id eat a ginger bread man **** I huff and I puff And I blow nothing down There ain't nothin but a couch and some Doritos I could even knock down **** Couldn't hurt a fly But I might blow smoke in your eye **** So nice so fly Man I'm high as the sky **** Where am I? At the store craving some s'mores **** I like twix too Don't call me a Jew **** We all have fun We laugh But we're too high to run ****

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Ignorance is bliss, really, more like Stupidity. an aspect, benefiting a person, like cold sore, irritating, an annoyance, peevish to your life. Face it, honey, you’re as fake, as your personality. You’re plastic, I could melt you, if I truly desired, setting a lighted match, to your artificial body. Please, take some advice, lay off the make-up, you look like a clown, maybe a ********** Tanning is acceptable, but looking dark orange, is outrageous. There is no need to look, like you just rolled in bag of Doritos, that’s Snooki’s Job. There is more to life, besides appearances, waking up like P. Diddy, sweet heart, don’t like be Kesha, it’s ****** Partying is enjoyable, but not necessary every night, consisting of drinking, frat boys, jocks, pretty boys, saying “oh my god”, or “I broke a nail”, and precarious *** I know you were raised with Barbies, but you don’t have to be one. Barbie is a piece of plastic, containing no originality, with an unfeasible body, and isn’t real, much like yourself. Stop with the act, no one wants to be, around a person, who is often intoxicated, narcissistic, and a ditzy ***** You can be a girly girl, but be genuine, stop being a follower, if everyone jumps off a bridge, then you’ll be splattered, upon the ground with them, no use to anyone. My words are probably useless, going right through the holes, of yours ears, attached to the plastic head of yours. Anyways, I tried, as excruciating as it was, to reach out to you, who are living this life, of alleged greatness, more like a travesty, in my eyes. Hopefully, you’ll change, wake up from this social stupor, become yourself, regain your individuality, and cease to be, a Barbie doll.

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Jul 15, 2012

Jul 15, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC

jadyn-nichole-kilmon

Ignorance is bliss, really, more like Stupidity. an aspect, benefiting a person, like cold sore, irritating, an annoyance, peevish to your life. Face it, honey, you’re as fake, as your personality. You’re plastic, I could melt you, if I truly desired, setting a lighted match, to your artificial body. Please, take some advice, lay off the make-up, you look like a clown, maybe a ********** Tanning is acceptable, but looking dark orange, is outrageous. There is no need to look, like you just rolled in bag of Doritos, that’s Snooki’s Job. There is more to life, besides appearances, waking up like P. Diddy, sweet heart, don’t like be Kesha, it’s ****** Partying is enjoyable, but not necessary every night, consisting of drinking, frat boys, jocks, pretty boys, saying “oh my god”, or “I broke a nail”, and precarious *** I know you were raised with Barbies, but you don’t have to be one. Barbie is a piece of plastic, containing no originality, with an unfeasible body, and isn’t real, much like yourself. Stop with the act, no one wants to be, around a person, who is often intoxicated, narcissistic, and a ditzy ***** You can be a girly girl, but be genuine, stop being a follower, if everyone jumps off a bridge, then you’ll be splattered, upon the ground with them, no use to anyone. My words are probably useless, going right through the holes, of yours ears, attached to the plastic head of yours. Anyways, I tried, as excruciating as it was, to reach out to you, who are living this life, of alleged greatness, more like a travesty, in my eyes. Hopefully, you’ll change, wake up from this social stupor, become yourself, regain your individuality, and cease to be, a Barbie doll.

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I might have told you some of these things, If you were alive. You had an amazing body from the moment we hit seventh grade. Your ***** just sat, round and high, Your ******* pointed straight outward, Like a freak of nature, or an action figure. Cheering at football games Girls hated standing next to you because You peeled their boyfriend’s eyes from their skirts to yours. One summer night on Garrett’s roof, After making turkey sandwiches at two in the morning, ******* the fumes in your thin lips, Watching the smoke twist in the air In front of your ice blue eyes, And your white blonde hair, We talked about *** About how it’s ****** up how it is so much harder For girls to have ******* Then I dated Jesse, After you. We were 16. Sometimes I think about the night I told you I was sorry, In the parking lot by the river. Your breath smelled like Doritos and cherry ***** You fooled around with your pink shirt Telling me it was ok. We talked about our secret handshake. We talked about how you used to want to be nicknamed cupcake, We talked about the time we had a séance. Age eleven bringing back ****** On your screened-in porch, Warm air swayed the candle flames, Crickets in the darkness around us, Suddenly, A biker knocked over your trashcan in the ally. You are dead now. But you did it. Sometimes I’ll eat too much, Or ***** Or smoke half a pack of cigarettes, When I think about you. One night last summer I ate an entire half-gallon of vanilla ice cream, Alone in my kitchen. My stomach felt sick for three days. I walk the trail behind your house, The one where you think you started your period. The first place we ever smoked *** I talk to the trees about you. When the wind blows the branches And the dry leaves sound, In that gentle shudder, Along the cold ground, My skin prickles, And the hair on my arms rises towards the sky.

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC

I might have told you some of these things, If you were alive. You had an amazing body from the moment we hit seventh grade. Your ***** just sat, round and high, Your ******* pointed straight outward, Like a freak of nature, or an action figure. Cheering at football games Girls hated standing next to you because You peeled their boyfriend’s eyes from their skirts to yours. One summer night on Garrett’s roof, After making turkey sandwiches at two in the morning, ******* the fumes in your thin lips, Watching the smoke twist in the air In front of your ice blue eyes, And your white blonde hair, We talked about *** About how it’s ****** up how it is so much harder For girls to have ******* Then I dated Jesse, After you. We were 16. Sometimes I think about the night I told you I was sorry, In the parking lot by the river. Your breath smelled like Doritos and cherry ***** You fooled around with your pink shirt Telling me it was ok. We talked about our secret handshake. We talked about how you used to want to be nicknamed cupcake, We talked about the time we had a séance. Age eleven bringing back ****** On your screened-in porch, Warm air swayed the candle flames, Crickets in the darkness around us, Suddenly, A biker knocked over your trashcan in the ally. You are dead now. But you did it. Sometimes I’ll eat too much, Or ***** Or smoke half a pack of cigarettes, When I think about you. One night last summer I ate an entire half-gallon of vanilla ice cream, Alone in my kitchen. My stomach felt sick for three days. I walk the trail behind your house, The one where you think you started your period. The first place we ever smoked *** I talk to the trees about you. When the wind blows the branches And the dry leaves sound, In that gentle shudder, Along the cold ground, My skin prickles, And the hair on my arms rises towards the sky.

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Late last night I saw something fall from the sky, I happened to be in the kitchen making tuna on rye. As I looked out my window it landed in my yard. It crushed the pink flamingos, the wife took it hard. I stood there at the window taking in the sight, Bright lights flashing red, blue, and white. Then suddenly a door slid open, I was seized by fright. But my wife had gone out the door, in her hand a kitchen knife. As the little green man stepped out, he was looking fine, In a tye dye tee shirt, waving his hands in a peace sign, Looking like he had come straight from the sixties, I think he was expecting to find some hippies. Thinking this guy might be peaceful, I tackled my wife, As she dropped the knife, I yelled, "He might be nice". The little green man then pulled out a bic and gave it a flick, As he held two finger to his lips, I realized his vice. As I had given that up long ago, I had nothing to share. But the little guys face showed such despair, I went into the house and got the beer from the fridge, And grabbed the Nacho Doritos for this astorial kid. We sat on the lawn chairs out under the sky, drinking the beer, eating tuna on rye. I asked where he was from, he just pointed up. When we finished our beers, I said good luck. Back to the spaceship the little man went, his steps were unsteady, I think he was spent. He got in the spaceship and closed the door. As I waved goodby, the spaceship took off with a roar. I heard on the news later that night, That something had crashed in a field, lips were tight. But I heard a rumor, that someone was found alive. I guess I should have told him not to drink and fly.

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May 17, 2013

May 17, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC

Late last night I saw something fall from the sky, I happened to be in the kitchen making tuna on rye. As I looked out my window it landed in my yard. It crushed the pink flamingos, the wife took it hard. I stood there at the window taking in the sight, Bright lights flashing red, blue, and white. Then suddenly a door slid open, I was seized by fright. But my wife had gone out the door, in her hand a kitchen knife. As the little green man stepped out, he was looking fine, In a tye dye tee shirt, waving his hands in a peace sign, Looking like he had come straight from the sixties, I think he was expecting to find some hippies. Thinking this guy might be peaceful, I tackled my wife, As she dropped the knife, I yelled, "He might be nice". The little green man then pulled out a bic and gave it a flick, As he held two finger to his lips, I realized his vice. As I had given that up long ago, I had nothing to share. But the little guys face showed such despair, I went into the house and got the beer from the fridge, And grabbed the Nacho Doritos for this astorial kid. We sat on the lawn chairs out under the sky, drinking the beer, eating tuna on rye. I asked where he was from, he just pointed up. When we finished our beers, I said good luck. Back to the spaceship the little man went, his steps were unsteady, I think he was spent. He got in the spaceship and closed the door. As I waved goodby, the spaceship took off with a roar. I heard on the news later that night, That something had crashed in a field, lips were tight. But I heard a rumor, that someone was found alive. I guess I should have told him not to drink and fly.

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Walkin' thru the grocery store section, To that aisle, yeah, it's not just con-cession... Turn every crunch into Hea-ven, -yeah (Oh, you are...) Crun-chee on the coldest day Taste buds explode, every, 'kind-of-way' Make me wanna savor every moment of cheese-y, slow-ly You pleasure me, my taste, taste buds, you put it on! Got the taste-y, know how to turn it on... The way I nibble on a pair, a clutch of fried corn, not an ear... I take it easy, baby, so we can last long! Oh! you, you feel crunchy 'in-my-mouth,' salivated, not full... Mouth like tasting, like an, an amazing plan Feel your taste, my mouth a pulse-Oh! Oh, yeah -Ya, ya me in store aisle, so nor-mal Tostitos and Doritos, I say No Mas! And so, no chip will, will replace you! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! Please respect, it's just Cheetos, No, no, I don't want no Doritos! No matter what you ask it's not Dorit-o-os! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! Nothing taste quite like Cheetos, No Tostitos, no Doritos, nor a burrito. I sound Spanish or Latin when I end words in a -oh, Oh, OH YEAH, Oh-o... When I end my words in 'O' Sounds like I know Something like, I'm not loco? Cheetos brands, -favoritos (Favorito, favorito, ba-by) Morning I don't like to 'Eat-oh' Breakfast, eggs or -gritos Instead I woof, -the Cheetos! And know I voted, twice for Obam-ma, Didn't even have, -American Mom-ma! Car tires, Yoko-hama... Back to my Latin voice, now, Oh-o... You say to get that face and taste -eh he bang-bang You say why doesn't it explodo like me mi bang-bang? For me those chips you know there is no other No question, fill your mouth, tongue, smother Yo no other makes me sing it so suave Impressive crunchy, disputes 'saliv-eh' Pass it to, pass it too, suave to cheese oh? No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos Put that bag back in front, me, I'll destroy ya Stop being malicious or I'll destroy yah! Pass it to, pass it too, suave cause it Cheetos, No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos You want friends you better break out cheesus There's no other way now to please us! Oye! crunch Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! When I end my words in 'O' Sounds like I know I know... Something like, I'm not TA-CO? Cheetos brands, -'favor-AH-ri-tos' (Favorito, favorito, ba-by) Morning I don't like to eat no Breakfast, eggs or -gritos Instead I woof, -some Cheetos! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! This is how we do it up in Long Island, boroughs, No tacos, burritos and no churros all we ever want is those Cheetos! Ay-o no burrito Pass it to, pass it too, suave to cheese oh? No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos Put that bag back in front, me, I'll destroy ya Stop being malicious or I'll destroy yah! Pass it to, pass it too, suave cause it Cheetos, No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos You want friends you better break out cheesus There's no other way now to please us! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS!

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Des Puh -CHEETOS(remɪx)

Walkin' thru the grocery store section, To that aisle, yeah, it's not just con-cession... Turn every crunch into Hea-ven, -yeah (Oh, you are...) Crun-chee on the coldest day Taste buds explode, every, 'kind-of-way' Make me wanna savor every moment of cheese-y, slow-ly You pleasure me, my taste, taste buds, you put it on! Got the taste-y, know how to turn it on... The way I nibble on a pair, a clutch of fried corn, not an ear... I take it easy, baby, so we can last long! Oh! you, you feel crunchy 'in-my-mouth,' salivated, not full... Mouth like tasting, like an, an amazing plan Feel your taste, my mouth a pulse-Oh! Oh, yeah -Ya, ya me in store aisle, so nor-mal Tostitos and Doritos, I say No Mas! And so, no chip will, will replace you! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! Please respect, it's just Cheetos, No, no, I don't want no Doritos! No matter what you ask it's not Dorit-o-os! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! Nothing taste quite like Cheetos, No Tostitos, no Doritos, nor a burrito. I sound Spanish or Latin when I end words in a -oh, Oh, OH YEAH, Oh-o... When I end my words in 'O' Sounds like I know Something like, I'm not loco? Cheetos brands, -favoritos (Favorito, favorito, ba-by) Morning I don't like to 'Eat-oh' Breakfast, eggs or -gritos Instead I woof, -the Cheetos! And know I voted, twice for Obam-ma, Didn't even have, -American Mom-ma! Car tires, Yoko-hama... Back to my Latin voice, now, Oh-o... You say to get that face and taste -eh he bang-bang You say why doesn't it explodo like me mi bang-bang? For me those chips you know there is no other No question, fill your mouth, tongue, smother Yo no other makes me sing it so suave Impressive crunchy, disputes 'saliv-eh' Pass it to, pass it too, suave to cheese oh? No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos Put that bag back in front, me, I'll destroy ya Stop being malicious or I'll destroy yah! Pass it to, pass it too, suave cause it Cheetos, No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos You want friends you better break out cheesus There's no other way now to please us! Oye! crunch Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! When I end my words in 'O' Sounds like I know I know... Something like, I'm not TA-CO? Cheetos brands, -'favor-AH-ri-tos' (Favorito, favorito, ba-by) Morning I don't like to eat no Breakfast, eggs or -gritos Instead I woof, -some Cheetos! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! This is how we do it up in Long Island, boroughs, No tacos, burritos and no churros all we ever want is those Cheetos! Ay-o no burrito Pass it to, pass it too, suave to cheese oh? No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos Put that bag back in front, me, I'll destroy ya Stop being malicious or I'll destroy yah! Pass it to, pass it too, suave cause it Cheetos, No want your Doritos, doritos, ha doritos You want friends you better break out cheesus There's no other way now to please us! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS! Des Puh -CHEE-TOS!

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Everytime a guy asks me what I prefer in a woman They normally ask me if I like the front or the back But honestly I think class is what's lacking I don't judge a woman by her body I think her personality is really what matters I know we men would be angry if a girl asked another girl if she liked guys with a Maserati or a Ferrari Not all of them are about money That's when you know if she's really your honey She doesn't except to take your money and run You can get fired from your job and have your car get towed And she'd still offer you a ride home Isn't that funny She wants you to get the hint and you still react like nothing has happened Ain't it frustrating to be a girl Not wanting to come off as desperate, but you desperately want him to see What it could really be Going through all the crap and still wanting to be with him That's a real woman That's what I want A strong woman who puts up with my stupidity and still sticks around With no possible reward to be found The real jackpot is having her instead Any woman like her is a lottery Just make sure you treat her right And be there for her when she's giving birth to your children If you ask me, I wouldn't of made it so painful But the pain is a little easier When you're holding her hand and refusing to let it go She'll remember that forever Only being glad she decided to have kids with you Just remember that when you **** her off And you're sitting there with dozens of beer bottles on the floor with a few empty Doritos bags Eating till you become dizzy Regretting that you made her mad And she let's you suffer with no response on your apology calls We all make mistakes But make sure letting her run away from your life isn't one of them

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Everytime a guy asks me what I prefer in a woman They normally ask me if I like the front or the back But honestly I think class is what's lacking I don't judge a woman by her body I think her personality is really what matters I know we men would be angry if a girl asked another girl if she liked guys with a Maserati or a Ferrari Not all of them are about money That's when you know if she's really your honey She doesn't except to take your money and run You can get fired from your job and have your car get towed And she'd still offer you a ride home Isn't that funny She wants you to get the hint and you still react like nothing has happened Ain't it frustrating to be a girl Not wanting to come off as desperate, but you desperately want him to see What it could really be Going through all the crap and still wanting to be with him That's a real woman That's what I want A strong woman who puts up with my stupidity and still sticks around With no possible reward to be found The real jackpot is having her instead Any woman like her is a lottery Just make sure you treat her right And be there for her when she's giving birth to your children If you ask me, I wouldn't of made it so painful But the pain is a little easier When you're holding her hand and refusing to let it go She'll remember that forever Only being glad she decided to have kids with you Just remember that when you **** her off And you're sitting there with dozens of beer bottles on the floor with a few empty Doritos bags Eating till you become dizzy Regretting that you made her mad And she let's you suffer with no response on your apology calls We all make mistakes But make sure letting her run away from your life isn't one of them

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**** that smile Reminds me of the beach Bright hot sand And clear open waters Gets me swimming with butterflies And delusional with heat The uplift of his lips Something so simple as a boyish grin Wraps my thoughts around beds! Beds and blankets... Doritos and a series of comedy shows on screen Just to hear him laughing That would be ****** illegal for my heart His laugh His star fire eyes so full of life Like a deer caught in the headlights All so new That's what he does to me And I don't even know his name

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Nov 7, 2018

Nov 7, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC

TheStartOfMyEnds

Stalking November

**** that smile Reminds me of the beach Bright hot sand And clear open waters Gets me swimming with butterflies And delusional with heat The uplift of his lips Something so simple as a boyish grin Wraps my thoughts around beds! Beds and blankets... Doritos and a series of comedy shows on screen Just to hear him laughing That would be ****** illegal for my heart His laugh His star fire eyes so full of life Like a deer caught in the headlights All so new That's what he does to me And I don't even know his name

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When clouds conquer the sky The disposed Texan sun shines through in shades of grey The air turns thick before the heavens explode Pedestrian cars disappear from roads Winged animals huddle in shelter As the clouds weep sheets of warm happy tears They make rivers of abandoned streets Then come the children in bare feet Blinded by heavy rain Laughing, drinking, cheering, dancing Lost in joy, absorbed by natural wonder The clouds applaud in lighting and thunder Driving the dancers indoors for warm towels And Doritos chips, burgers, and video games

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC

Swim the Neighborhood

When clouds conquer the sky The disposed Texan sun shines through in shades of grey The air turns thick before the heavens explode Pedestrian cars disappear from roads Winged animals huddle in shelter As the clouds weep sheets of warm happy tears They make rivers of abandoned streets Then come the children in bare feet Blinded by heavy rain Laughing, drinking, cheering, dancing Lost in joy, absorbed by natural wonder The clouds applaud in lighting and thunder Driving the dancers indoors for warm towels And Doritos chips, burgers, and video games

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I don't even have words, For the ways that I don't feel, I am not the waving of the fields. I hold onto songs about the moon, My tides do not swell with her, I am more the darkness in this room, Cold, unmoving, absolute. I am not the motion of your hair, As he runs his fingers through it, I no longer even stare. I Am not the climbing of tree, I do not yearn upward, Is there anything to see? (or be?) I am not the warmness of your breath, Clinging tight to your fingers, And the inside of your chest, I am not the dreams you make, As dragons fly by night, And sparks flow in your wake. I am not the whispers, You feel close to your ears, I am more like distant echoes,

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC

doritos are flammable

I don't even have words, For the ways that I don't feel, I am not the waving of the fields. I hold onto songs about the moon, My tides do not swell with her, I am more the darkness in this room, Cold, unmoving, absolute. I am not the motion of your hair, As he runs his fingers through it, I no longer even stare. I Am not the climbing of tree, I do not yearn upward, Is there anything to see? (or be?) I am not the warmness of your breath, Clinging tight to your fingers, And the inside of your chest, I am not the dreams you make, As dragons fly by night, And sparks flow in your wake. I am not the whispers, You feel close to your ears, I am more like distant echoes,

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The line between necessity and decency... Is often blurred by laziness Fancy that! And when you do, the implosion of a galaxy Is easily possible based on the Unit of Humanitarian incompetency The fat man eating doritos on a couch The ****** who won't study The Goat that lays no eggs Good night

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC

The line between necessity and decency... Is often blurred by laziness Fancy that! And when you do, the implosion of a galaxy Is easily possible based on the Unit of Humanitarian incompetency The fat man eating doritos on a couch The ****** who won't study The Goat that lays no eggs Good night

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golfers riding mechanical bulls. puking on street corners. awkward cops. angry to boot. ***** fights. purple dresses. gold heels. greasy cheesesteaks. shuffle board AND bocce ball. spirit'o'mericuh. doritos. cool ranch AND nacho cheese. white and black pin strip cardigans. breast pumps or sound amplifiers? ****** indie. photo booth bombs. hot tea. cheap whiskey. expensive cocktails. sticky icky danky green. missed shows. long lines. wait. remind me why im here again?

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Mar 15, 2013

Mar 15, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC

south by south what

golfers riding mechanical bulls. puking on street corners. awkward cops. angry to boot. ***** fights. purple dresses. gold heels. greasy cheesesteaks. shuffle board AND bocce ball. spirit'o'mericuh. doritos. cool ranch AND nacho cheese. white and black pin strip cardigans. breast pumps or sound amplifiers? ****** indie. photo booth bombs. hot tea. cheap whiskey. expensive cocktails. sticky icky danky green. missed shows. long lines. wait. remind me why im here again?

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Back in the days of Vietnam We said: “Make Love, not war.” No matter how many Cong we killed Like Doritos, they made more. Walter Cronkite helped keep score as the toll grew ever higher. Foes relentless as the monsoon rains They made Nam a quagmire. We killed them all three times at least Surely all of them were gone. Then shortly after we had left They turned up in Saigon! Now we’re in a forever war without a likely winner. A pity we can claim a draw And bring the boys home for dinner.

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May 23, 2013

May 23, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

Make Dinner, Not War

Back in the days of Vietnam We said: “Make Love, not war.” No matter how many Cong we killed Like Doritos, they made more. Walter Cronkite helped keep score as the toll grew ever higher. Foes relentless as the monsoon rains They made Nam a quagmire. We killed them all three times at least Surely all of them were gone. Then shortly after we had left They turned up in Saigon! Now we’re in a forever war without a likely winner. A pity we can claim a draw And bring the boys home for dinner.

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the blinds hang heavy transforming the room into a baroque style painting intense lights, intense darks and your features hard. you're angry at me because i didn't stay the night. you're angry at me because it was 3 in the morning and i wanted some place else to go. i carry my heels as i walk into the local truck stop big burly men fat like flies reek and stand in line with doritos. i want to hear your voice crackle over the pay phone. listen to your static lecture and i'll tell you i cut open my feet on some rocks and you'll hang up, and that would be my last quarter.

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May 31, 2014

May 31, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC

cocktail waitress

the blinds hang heavy transforming the room into a baroque style painting intense lights, intense darks and your features hard. you're angry at me because i didn't stay the night. you're angry at me because it was 3 in the morning and i wanted some place else to go. i carry my heels as i walk into the local truck stop big burly men fat like flies reek and stand in line with doritos. i want to hear your voice crackle over the pay phone. listen to your static lecture and i'll tell you i cut open my feet on some rocks and you'll hang up, and that would be my last quarter.

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We do things a little different here Down on the farm With chickens in the kitchen Instead of outside in the barn Pigs back in the bedroom Watching Jeopardy, eating candy corn Yes, we do it a little different Down here on the farm We have the cows over for dinner Every Thursday night Used to be more often But not since the big food fight The cows and horses don't get along I really don't understand their dislike That's why we had to cut back To dinner only on Thursday night The sheep pile into the Ranchero Whenever we head to town To stock up on their favorite Doritos And licorice by the pound When they get behind the wheel They feel they're heaven bound When ever it is those licorice loving lambs Herd themselves downtown Things seem to be running smoothly Down here on the farm We all do our on cooking and cleaning So we pretty much get along All except for the pigs But that we should have known We still are having a Whoop & Hollering time Down here on the farm

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Apr 4, 2013

Apr 4, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC

Down On The Farm

We do things a little different here Down on the farm With chickens in the kitchen Instead of outside in the barn Pigs back in the bedroom Watching Jeopardy, eating candy corn Yes, we do it a little different Down here on the farm We have the cows over for dinner Every Thursday night Used to be more often But not since the big food fight The cows and horses don't get along I really don't understand their dislike That's why we had to cut back To dinner only on Thursday night The sheep pile into the Ranchero Whenever we head to town To stock up on their favorite Doritos And licorice by the pound When they get behind the wheel They feel they're heaven bound When ever it is those licorice loving lambs Herd themselves downtown Things seem to be running smoothly Down here on the farm We all do our on cooking and cleaning So we pretty much get along All except for the pigs But that we should have known We still are having a Whoop & Hollering time Down here on the farm

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We are a slew of antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes. Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature. No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy. We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos. I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food. Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls but produce.

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Mar 13, 2014

Mar 13, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC

wistful-wanderer

We Are What We Eat

We are a slew of antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes. Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature. No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy. We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos. I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food. Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls but produce.

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The world wakes gently today humankind taking welcome pause from inconsiderate rushing unfamiliar faces become fellows on this travel day we share a young brother and sister and their sweetly doting hijab-draped mother her smile, the rising sun sit down across from us kids munching chips before an early a.m. flight the brother got the last bag of Doritos, his older sister settled for the sour cream and onion she attempts to negotiate a chip for chip exchange little brother politely refuses but after seeing her disappointment grins and hands over the whole bag the same mother and children leave the empty waiting area return to find it brimming a young father and son settled, bag-laden, it would clearly be an inconvenience to move yet he respectfully stands and offers their seats his gesture, a prayer the young mother flustered, blushing refuses profusely thanking him as she pushes the stroller toddlers trailing behind to a less crowded space our eyes lock, we smile and I know we're thinking the same thought the world wakes gently today and it feels good

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC

The world wakes gently today humankind taking welcome pause from inconsiderate rushing unfamiliar faces become fellows on this travel day we share a young brother and sister and their sweetly doting hijab-draped mother her smile, the rising sun sit down across from us kids munching chips before an early a.m. flight the brother got the last bag of Doritos, his older sister settled for the sour cream and onion she attempts to negotiate a chip for chip exchange little brother politely refuses but after seeing her disappointment grins and hands over the whole bag the same mother and children leave the empty waiting area return to find it brimming a young father and son settled, bag-laden, it would clearly be an inconvenience to move yet he respectfully stands and offers their seats his gesture, a prayer the young mother flustered, blushing refuses profusely thanking him as she pushes the stroller toddlers trailing behind to a less crowded space our eyes lock, we smile and I know we're thinking the same thought the world wakes gently today and it feels good

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I really have to stop eating Doritos and Diet Coke for breakfast *

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May 13, 2019

May 13, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC

The most important meal of the day

I really have to stop eating Doritos and Diet Coke for breakfast *

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My kitten is asleep right next to my lap So I turn right over to take a nap Can’t do that now because you’re in bed So I turn right over and shake my head “Can I have some cold water please?” So I turn right over and put on a sleeve The morning light shines bright in my head So I turn right over and fall out of bed You laugh at my stupidity, me the floor So I turn right over and walk to the door I hear your laughter throughout the house So I turn right over and stay quiet as a mouse You think that I could quite possibly be dead So I turn right over and get my *** back in bed I really need to take a steaming hot shower So I turn right over and to you, pretty as a flower I can’t seem to say exactly what it was about this morning So I turn right over and laugh cause you look stupid as hell when you try to pretend that you don’t notice it when I get in the shower with you with my shorts still on because I was so distracted by how beautiful you are and completely forgot that clothes were what divided the space between my AXE shampoo and the razor that you stole from the pack that I bought because I actually borrowed your razors the other week because I was out and really needed to shave because I thought I was going to get laid later on the night but I didn’t so it’s all good.

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Jan 5, 2012

Jan 5, 2012 at 4:25 AM UTC

shane-carmichael

Can I have some Doritos?

My kitten is asleep right next to my lap So I turn right over to take a nap Can’t do that now because you’re in bed So I turn right over and shake my head “Can I have some cold water please?” So I turn right over and put on a sleeve The morning light shines bright in my head So I turn right over and fall out of bed You laugh at my stupidity, me the floor So I turn right over and walk to the door I hear your laughter throughout the house So I turn right over and stay quiet as a mouse You think that I could quite possibly be dead So I turn right over and get my *** back in bed I really need to take a steaming hot shower So I turn right over and to you, pretty as a flower I can’t seem to say exactly what it was about this morning So I turn right over and laugh cause you look stupid as hell when you try to pretend that you don’t notice it when I get in the shower with you with my shorts still on because I was so distracted by how beautiful you are and completely forgot that clothes were what divided the space between my AXE shampoo and the razor that you stole from the pack that I bought because I actually borrowed your razors the other week because I was out and really needed to shave because I thought I was going to get laid later on the night but I didn’t so it’s all good.

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Fragmented embers of the evening light casting shadows on the outline of your preferred wanking pants. Rathmines all blue and black outside with stern encroaching trees reminding of your parents (and what they might be expecting to do now, as opposed to what you're doing) encircling empty Doritos packets submissive to console lights ever glowing Stacked shores of ruin against life's pursuing And mocking you in the corner The amp that laid echoes to a thousand bands thought of that never were. Figurehead of a thousand conversations that led to kisses never so sweet as those felt and remembered in this dungeon of worn out ego and instilled fear. Home to one hundred nights of solitude sans reprieve or want of care with the stench of student bachelor left hanging in the air.

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Jul 25, 2015

Jul 25, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC

Mancave of Forgotten Dreams

Fragmented embers of the evening light casting shadows on the outline of your preferred wanking pants. Rathmines all blue and black outside with stern encroaching trees reminding of your parents (and what they might be expecting to do now, as opposed to what you're doing) encircling empty Doritos packets submissive to console lights ever glowing Stacked shores of ruin against life's pursuing And mocking you in the corner The amp that laid echoes to a thousand bands thought of that never were. Figurehead of a thousand conversations that led to kisses never so sweet as those felt and remembered in this dungeon of worn out ego and instilled fear. Home to one hundred nights of solitude sans reprieve or want of care with the stench of student bachelor left hanging in the air.

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The whole condo is full of Doritos. It smells like a dentist's office, only without any pretense of dentistry. All assumptions aside, I plug my nose. Crunching under my feet, the cheese meadows spread the carpet's sprawl. Who'd live in this place? I compose myself, set my briefcase down, crunch through the living room. *Who knows? This is ******* gross. Out of these condos this one's the very worst.* A baby's cry emanates through this urban pigsty. I peer into a room and...baby toes? -- baby toes! -- peeking from mounds of crushed cheese! Why do these crack heads keep having babies?

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Jul 27, 2013

Jul 27, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC

christopher-howard-gorrie

A Social Worker Stumbles Onto an Unexpected Scene During a Round of Home Visits

The whole condo is full of Doritos. It smells like a dentist's office, only without any pretense of dentistry. All assumptions aside, I plug my nose. Crunching under my feet, the cheese meadows spread the carpet's sprawl. Who'd live in this place? I compose myself, set my briefcase down, crunch through the living room. *Who knows? This is ******* gross. Out of these condos this one's the very worst.* A baby's cry emanates through this urban pigsty. I peer into a room and...baby toes? -- baby toes! -- peeking from mounds of crushed cheese! Why do these crack heads keep having babies?

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You lay with stagnation A sterling object effortlessly within your reach. It is food, a bag of Doritos. Open, beckoning for you. Like a blind beast you stuff yourself into the snackly relive, Reaching far for any crumb. The bag is empty, the joy begins to be ripped-- Another bag, Fritos, a repetition, You immersed yourself into the instant reward of joy and bliss, then, the second your comfort is complete the hand reaches inside of you pulling out all your joy and replacing it with guilt, sadness, grief, and finally emptiness. Making you lust for a way to put the planet in reverse, or at least just make it all go away. Disappear. Or cloak either it or you in a black more thick than oil. An epiphany. Fuel yourself and find that in getting up, walking across the room Opening doors, Going up and down stairs, cleaning the self. A seed will find you. Plant it, with true and pure care, Water it, with true and pure care, Pour your life into it. And if it is pure Then when the olive tree is full, You will lust no more, need no more, want no more. For what the complex joins you with will not allow anything into its holy trinity. If it, you, an the other are pure. Not as silver, And all will fail and the blind beastly actions of the past exists as if never gone. For it was simply hiding.

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Jun 29, 2010

Jun 29, 2010 at 10:40 PM UTC

You lay with stagnation A sterling object effortlessly within your reach. It is food, a bag of Doritos. Open, beckoning for you. Like a blind beast you stuff yourself into the snackly relive, Reaching far for any crumb. The bag is empty, the joy begins to be ripped-- Another bag, Fritos, a repetition, You immersed yourself into the instant reward of joy and bliss, then, the second your comfort is complete the hand reaches inside of you pulling out all your joy and replacing it with guilt, sadness, grief, and finally emptiness. Making you lust for a way to put the planet in reverse, or at least just make it all go away. Disappear. Or cloak either it or you in a black more thick than oil. An epiphany. Fuel yourself and find that in getting up, walking across the room Opening doors, Going up and down stairs, cleaning the self. A seed will find you. Plant it, with true and pure care, Water it, with true and pure care, Pour your life into it. And if it is pure Then when the olive tree is full, You will lust no more, need no more, want no more. For what the complex joins you with will not allow anything into its holy trinity. If it, you, an the other are pure. Not as silver, And all will fail and the blind beastly actions of the past exists as if never gone. For it was simply hiding.

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Slumping over their shopping carts like porpoises on parade. Baskets overflowing with fritos, doritos, and sugar-ade. Reckless the dream that changed what they couldn't, to swim through foil bars soaring from cash to vein. Girl with scissors, cutting hair, to reach a new brain. Sofa-living, so much thwarting thoughts of inadequacy. Streams of image, money -- and American Honey, I think you are fine the way you hurt.

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Jun 12, 2016

Jun 12, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC

Girl With Scissors

Slumping over their shopping carts like porpoises on parade. Baskets overflowing with fritos, doritos, and sugar-ade. Reckless the dream that changed what they couldn't, to swim through foil bars soaring from cash to vein. Girl with scissors, cutting hair, to reach a new brain. Sofa-living, so much thwarting thoughts of inadequacy. Streams of image, money -- and American Honey, I think you are fine the way you hurt.

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Even amidst all the chaos, stars are born on the rise. Let's hang our bedsheets of jealousy out to dry. Bask in the Lunar glow of night sky. Reflected dreams shine amongst the will of the fight. Follow the winding trails of hope, for she's always the test. Best you learn to fear stupidity, as it burns through the nest. Surely you jest! **** the selfish gesture from heartless chest. Crested Swallows fly down to get rid of your pest. Blessed be the people, the worst AND the best. Flourish in broad daylight and ingest the nourishment of our plight. The night owls watch from their perch, then take off on a flight. They're wisdom may be the wisest of the avian kingdom. Pray to your God to not give up on your way. Sway not from true freedom, these poems are the iridescent rainbow spray. Splayed and flayed magically out for the eyes of the next child that stays. Days turn to nights, and nights into days. You eat your Doritos and I'll eat my Lays. We'll cleverly act out our plays. Mend the space of fabric that frays. We'll tend to bend time to our ways. These rhymes speak louder than illusive money in May. We'll mold our creations from enkindled passion flames, shaped from warm clay. Cows moo away and eat grass, while horses nicker and neigh. Our actions speak louder than our poems do. Live on, cause dark turns to light, and night turns to day.

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Apr 29, 2013

Apr 29, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC

"Dark Turns to Light"

Even amidst all the chaos, stars are born on the rise. Let's hang our bedsheets of jealousy out to dry. Bask in the Lunar glow of night sky. Reflected dreams shine amongst the will of the fight. Follow the winding trails of hope, for she's always the test. Best you learn to fear stupidity, as it burns through the nest. Surely you jest! **** the selfish gesture from heartless chest. Crested Swallows fly down to get rid of your pest. Blessed be the people, the worst AND the best. Flourish in broad daylight and ingest the nourishment of our plight. The night owls watch from their perch, then take off on a flight. They're wisdom may be the wisest of the avian kingdom. Pray to your God to not give up on your way. Sway not from true freedom, these poems are the iridescent rainbow spray. Splayed and flayed magically out for the eyes of the next child that stays. Days turn to nights, and nights into days. You eat your Doritos and I'll eat my Lays. We'll cleverly act out our plays. Mend the space of fabric that frays. We'll tend to bend time to our ways. These rhymes speak louder than illusive money in May. We'll mold our creations from enkindled passion flames, shaped from warm clay. Cows moo away and eat grass, while horses nicker and neigh. Our actions speak louder than our poems do. Live on, cause dark turns to light, and night turns to day.

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