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I shot it dead but it won't die
I am effin sick of apple pies and Kentucky fries
and MacDonalds tries to **** me in to happy meals,give me some gin,let me get ******,wake me up if I have missed a thing.
Burger King is on the phone,please put me down or in a home,I'm effin sick of fast food quick Krap,slap me please,don't give me burgers with cheap cheese or onion rings or anything,give me some gin,something quick,Nando's getting closer and I am feeling sick again.

Why does it rain on my parade?
I played the eat well,get well game but it's all the effin same to quick fix.sticks and stones and chicken ****** bones that fill the effin air,fast food effin restaurants appearing effin everywhere,I'm effin sick of it,filling me with effin effluent,I'm effin getting effin fluent in talking effin ****,
give me a gin
let the effin gin work its effin way right in
and let me go to sleep.
Richard B Shick Sep 2018
HERE GOSE NOTHING  HOPE YOU LIKE I WORKED ALL DAY ON IT....im sure there will be changes....LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK



Class is in session.
Time to grab your
NoteBooks.
And get,
educated.

Think My words
May Have been forgotten.
Or have they,
just  been
miscommunicated

Can you hear what I'm  saying.
Probably not,
 I'm  Too sophisticated.

Don’t take words I say
And twist them and around.
Til They become
exaggerated.

Or I’ll grab my strap
And ****  it back
take aim
Clack clack
Assassinated.

Watch what you saying,
I don't think your  listening.
Better get to running
Or end up,,,,,,
annihilated.

My mouth has no Limit,
It's automated.
I don't have a filter
To keep me,
regulated.

As you get incarcerated,
I get celebrated
For  every thing I've done.
This I created

So Say Good Bye
to what you
Thought were friends,
We're way gone,
Alienated.

Your Words will get you
Eliminated,
Like a effin cockroach
Just Call me
Mrrrr Orrrrrkin,
Exterminated.


Better watch your back.
I can get real spinal,
Don't get,
  disintegrated.

My words  are truthful
Just like the
Guinness Book of records.
Im authenticated.

I write my own words
Im Never collaborated,
Unless it’s me myself and
I.

Will never be manipulated.
By your abbreviated
Stories,
They're fabricated.

Don’t make me
Hunt you
  I will effin ****** you
Its all ready planned out,
Premeditated.

So Let me make things simple
For you,
Like you are  a caveman.
Uncomplicated.

My  moves they seem so cat like,
Very Quick and nimble.
Im Articulated.

I’ll will destroy you
Don’t get blown away
Like a hurricane,
Decimated.

Can't you see me frozen
I’m cold as ice,
And need.
refrigerated.

Do you see my spot lights
Can you see me
glowing,
While up on stage.
I'm Illuminated.

As you sit here
With an old pass,
Done  expired and no where to go,
invalidated.

You can’t even do math,
Always 3 steps behind,
You know what i Call that.
miscalculated.

Me as being stupid.
Don't try be sneaky
I know Your  every move,
I Anticipated.

Don’t  choke on your words
To where you can’t breath,
With A rope around your neck,
Asphyxiated.

Why must  you be so
opinionated
Are you **** hurt.
Or is your mouth
just.
constipated.

Quick,
give him a trophy
Cause He thinks he won.
But you never,
participated.

How’s it feel to be
Hated,irritated
And,  outdated.
Cause you have no *****.
You've  been Castrated,
Dominated
And, infiltrated
Just Like a waterfall
You've been.

Liquidated.

I Think  you over medicated
Here  come the white coats,
Eyes are dialated
Cause your brain
Has become
Contaminated
Intoxicated and,
Deteriorated.


Think you daddy
Should have just
Masturbated
Then
*******
On
The bed sheets

As he Put a pillow on
Your mom’s face
and she,
Suffocated.

Cause she never
Reciprocated
Or consummated.
Was so stupid and didn't
Swallow.
Got inseminated.

Now
Its time that we end
This.
What I initiated,
Hopefully
I communicated
All these words
That
Have  accumulated.

I tried to be illustrated
And innovated.
Just like
A bomb
That had to be detonated.
I’m out
And cool like a fan
I’m  so oscillated.

To be continued
.........

WRITTEN BY
Richard Shick
Drugs Drugs Drugs Drugs Drugs,

What have you done to my life?

But ****** it all up.
*
Authored hearts on sleeves,

So biblical, I’ve held her,

Peaceful as a psalm.
RLF RN Oct 2015
“I LOVE YOU”* that’s what i said to him.
And i got no reply at all.
No exchanges, nothing in return.
Literally speaking, NOTHING IN RETURN.

That’s one heck of hell for somebody
who’s loving way way too much.
PAIN is all you get, which you endure
no matter how  “you-can-no-longer-stand.slash.bear-it”.
Yet and Yet, you still love the person with all your might.
How ironic it is, right? in spite of this effin’ feeling,
though you don’t deserve to be hurt, still,
you continue to give everything
to this very person you cared the most
when every day, every hour of the day
you hear and feel how your heart
battles with your brain.

You want to let go when actually
you don’t want to. And why is that?
because of the effin’ word LOVE
You just can’t do anything else,
you love until it hurts more and more,
you love even it means hurting yourself,
you love and love until you can no longer feel the pain–
until you look like a fool, numb, and  DUMB ,
but you never gave up, perhaps
never gave up pushing and showing yourself.

Sometimes you don’t actually feel
that you will EVER give up.
Just gotta accept the fact that whatever you do,
he can’t or he won’t love you back.
Accept the pain of having NOTHING IN RETURN.
That’s it! BINGO! KUDOS!

They say “if you really love a person,
you will ask for nothing in return
even if it means not loving you back”
, and
I guess that’s how all the enduring thing came from.
And then you will get used to it,
to the same scenario up to the extent that you,
yourself can no longer escape the sensation anymore.

GIVE AGAIN, LOVE HIM STILL, HURT AGAIN.
Well, you just can’t stay away, right?
You can’t last a day without a single word
or news from him, not without
seeing his name on your effin’ cellphone.
At the end of the day, you’ll tell him I LOVE YOU,
while you get NOTHING

The chase is on again, because you’re used to it
even how much you feel the pain
Still, you accept it.
You accept the fact that he doesn’t love you back.
That you are the only one standing alone
playing the game.
“What can i do? I LOVE HIM"
this is all you can say.

And now, you just have to wait
for the day that you will stop.
Pray for the day when ENDURING will be over,
so that you may give him up, at last.

Dream that your hopes would fall down
to Love someone new, Love yourself.
Accept your defeat in the game
called “LOVE: I LOVE YOU, DON’T LOVE ME”
Wait for the moment where your tears
would stop from falling because
you’ve used them  ALL  already.
Until your heart stops from beating,
beating his name.
Until your brain can no longer
process Memories at all.

ACCEPT IT, I must.
HE WILL NEVER LOVE ME,
or perhaps, AGAIN.
An “I LOVE YOU” is something
I could feel for him, and I could give to him…
But it is something I would never have
FROM HIM, and would never be given *TO ME.
Yenson Dec 2018
What's wrong with you?
Who do you think you are?
Look, he thinks he's tough,
he thinks he knows everything
Seriously who does he think he is
Do you think you're Prince Regent
You think you're a hard man, yeah!
How dare you, how ****** dare you
You wanna mess with us, do you, big man

Don't you know who we are!
We the business, we're more than you
We ****** rule the ******* ****** world
We rule your ***, we make and bend the law
We take and we give, we are the ****** *******
We block and you're finished, no ****** ****, no life
We come from the South, East, West  and ****** North
We are gangsters and we got the contacts and the contracts
When we say jump, you ask, how ****** high should I jump

Look this ****** small geezer playing with us
How dare you making us feel frustrated and stupid
We'll got all kinds of mind **** ready to do your head in
How dare you not play ball, a woman set up to wind you up
Now we're not getting inside gossip and juicy stories to use
Now all the women waiting eagerly to hear bedroom gossip
are all disappointed cause you are not following the ****** plot
We can't bend your head and frustrate you and stress you out
You ****** small man, you're not even tall and you wanna diss us.

Who are you you little ******
We spend all our valuable time taunting you
We try and depress and torment you and you laugh
What do you want, do you wanna mess with People's Power
We can make you disappear if we want, do you know that big boy
We put all kind of moves on yer and yet you struts like a king
We harass your ****** mind and try to demoralize you
Listen sunshine you better stop being such a ******* smart ***
You think you ******* know everything, making us look stupid.

You better watch out, you better watch ****** out
Cause ain't no Santa coming for you, we are the Rulers
And we hate you and your big ******* ****, you ain't got *****
You are costing us ****** money, time and energy, you effin ****
Do you know some of us sit all day thinking up ways to get at you
Do you know some wait in the ****** cold to watch you all day
You think its easy having to think up nonsensical things to write
Or making up all kinds of scenarios all because of you *******
You think you are superman, Atlas and Einstein rolled into one!

Do you, George, Answer me George.....answer Me!!!
hahaha   hahaha    hahaha.........
Rishabh Shah Jul 2010
Designer clothes, glittering cars,
A million buck fragrance,
Costly drink at the bars,
Flying in chartered planes,
Your so called stars ,
Celebs at the parties,
Smoking cigars .

Oh, you like calling it high society ?
Then please do, mister,
I can take facts with ease.
I've been a slave to it, since so long,
I know how ******* high it is.

Effin brats of billionaire dads,
Acting cool with pricey ****,
******* roaming in alluring rags,
All slaves like me, of tempting fads.
Copyright © 2010 Rishabh Shah. All rights reserved.

This piece may seem ******, but I need the reader to know that it's from the characters perspective. Someone who has wasted years in vices, and has now come to realize that things can't be changed much from thereon.
jerely Oct 2013
If I'm more clever to write
Such beautiful pieces to light
Then there's no paper to be waste
As much as i haste

At the last risky time
That needs to be rhyme
I dont effin' care
Who told you to bare?

If i'm digging in the hole
Will i slip and slid at the pole?
Throw the trash 
I don't need a cash

So Please don't beg me to write 
This ain't a battle to fight
Maybe i need time & space
Were i could tie the lace.
October 9,2013
@jerelii
Another *****,
over easy on the ice and just  another would be nice, but it would then progress and mess my morning up
and so I dazzle and make a cup of tea,two toast,some marmalade and look at me,as
sober as a high court judge,which is just about as sober as one can be,when one sentences to prison and relieves a man of liberty.

What Identity this man,
who can decide a span of time that another would pretend ,and inside where the attitude of days is played out on the prison walls,and in the canteens where I have seen great mountains of men fall and go to waste,
I have also seen those other men of God,men of Satan waiting for the dinner bell,and as thick as thieves they all fell into fighting righting wrongs ,dinner gongs and more mountains fall in the dining hall,more wasted words upon the wall.

1... I never did what they said
2....I was framed
3....The cops are bent
and those these words were never said or spoken each broken head and blackened eye was another,and one more reason why,
I lent myself to education,got certificates,elucidation but it was all a waste of effin time,the judge was right,send this man to jail
and ticked the fail box on his score card,
Hard labour never did me any harm ,not that it did me any good but for some it poisoned and where the blood runs hot,eyes bloodshot,riots,guns and more blood runs.

The sums seem never to add up and so I make another cup of tea and think how fortunate it was to see the end game,to see my own name written on the hand rails and when all else fails,
it's head or tails,win or lose and only one can get to choose one's
final destination
"Did you ever see my esteemed Bottom Howard?
"Far more than I honestly ever cared to Sir."
Sir W, legendary thesp turned from his mirror
with a look of thunder. "And you are the most
impudent dresser and I should have rid myself
of you years ago." His hard face soon softened
as it ever did to this old servant and confidante.
"It was a Bottom to behold and no mistake" (Sir
W. laughs). A great ***'s head that my company's
darling designer did, plenty of eye space so that
acting of the enthrallment and my famous twinkle
could be seen in the gods by my public bless'em,
whose few shekels count as much to me as you
well know, as the great and the good out front."

I've seen that twinkle too much in dressing rooms
mused Howard, just put it away you effin' show-off.
"No not you Sir, not one to play to the crowds, or
to ham it up and I know it's widely said in the biz
the biggest *** and Bottom. Always a dream but
hardly ever a pain." (Howard whistles gently, trips
forward to the chair throws a cloak over those broad
shoulders for the umpteenth time) says to his boss:
"Break a leg, won't you Sir?" (meaning it).
stay indoors
do not go out
we'll have the parties
that you'll learn about.

get shot of the lot of them
send them to Coventry,

and we all know that
this will all blow over and
they'll polish up shiny and bright
but
what an effin **** show
what a shower of *****.
I'm putting my X in the mystery box at the next elections.
Silence Screamz Mar 2017
Can we talk?

She said "Sure, give me a minute"

Wait a few seconds, that minute turned to ten,
Now one hour later,
She was ready to begin?

"What do you want to talk about?"
she yelled from
across the room.

Silence, I was sleeping.
But just then, she was about to hear the boom

So.......
She came at me like a wartime poet,
dropping bombs on my head like
I didn't even know it,
Ripped holes in my shirt
and I couldn't even sew it.
She busted rhymes in my mind
even CeLo couldn't own it.
Words flying so fast,
I coulda swore they were stolen.
She moved one step closer
and boom, I was falling.

Each time my mouth opened
I couldn't even answer,
Each word that I stut t t tered was
like lyrical cancer.
I ran around the room like
a Soul Train dancer.
Side stepping her questions
like I was her little **** prancer.
"*******, *****"
my words just got a little fancier.

Whoah!
"Who do you think you are,
are you done spitting it yet??"
You began this little battle,
but I'll be the one finishing it.
My words are louder than gunshots
Cuz, I'll be the one killing it.
I'll just turn my *** around
Cuz you'd be the
one kissing it.
This is only the beginning,
and I'm not finished dishing it

Shhhhit!!

She just broke in with a loud
"OH!! YOU DONE YOUR TIME"
So you can get on outta here with those wasted lyrics,
stupid rap, and busted rhymes.
This is my house, boy,
and you ain't living off this welfare dime.
Now, go cheat with some other hoes
and sip on their Boone's Farm strawberry wine.
Oh and one more thing, you might
want to call 9-1-1,

Cuz I am about to commit
****** on your *** and a misdemeanor crime.

See you were nothing to me
but my little, poor "boy toy"
and when I say "little" ..it wasn't
very much of joy joy.
The only time I got real excited and wet
was when you were walking out
my front door, door.
So, now carry your sorry ***
on over to your ex's house
cuz she was the real effin' *****, *****.

Oh, that 65" flat screen is mine, so is that X-Box,
touch one more ******* thing in here or I'll
double tap your ***
with the pair of my triple chromed 9mm hollow point custom made Hello Kitty Glocks.
Your time is up,
so say good bye once and for all
count it 1, 2, 3 or I'll punch your ******* clock.
KnudsonK Dec 2013
I'm not even the ahadow of the reflection
I'll never know what I could have been.
What you stole from me....
Who I was meant to be.
The rage that you could not  contain....
should have been enough to put  you in chains.
You weren't even man enough to give your real name.
A coward who fled.. and for years it was I who was punished instead,
For the burden of my life when I should have been dead.
I wasn't born this way, like you always said.
All this time, deep in my heart  I knew...
that I didn't deserve the things you would do.
But no matter how cruel...I truely  loved you.
It's funny how we hide
deep  inside
these things that are true.
And even though
  I know
It's your big thing to deceive...I couldn't conceive....
I didn't want to believe... That the same who was supposed to love and protect....whose features I reflect....that my own blood...
could hate and reject.
And how could everyone who knew
You'd continue to do
what you do.
Could they not concieve....didn't want to believe....Just what did youy all achieve???
How insane,
the place  from which I came.These people with my name...
Have you no shame?
You probably thought,
you would  never get caught.
But despite your  doubt,
I found out.And now I know what  your all about.
Truth is so pure.
When we know for sure-
and now that I know,
its time for you to go.Give me peace!
Just leave me alone.
There's no way to atone...There's no relief
In my grief...You stole my life
You Effin Theif.
IsReaL E Summers Dec 2014
It's easy;
To feel good.
But what about Good?
woulda'-shoulda'-coulda'
Just effin' DO IT!
BLESS IT!
No worries;
Don't stress it.
Less is;
More.
Thanks for
Opening that door.
Good shot!
I know that You got,
Me.
Im trying pretty hard to be more + than -
... which reminds me...
betterdays Jul 2014
these are the thoughts
of Clive,
the neighborhood curmudgeon...

how do i know this,
i am the imp that put them here....
in the garden, you folks
call a brain......


take this, sodding life
and it's meaningless struggle.
i set my face to this wall
and brick myself self in
to this useless stall.

the old man, Clive,
grumbled with a,
set and sour grin.

you...you're all pathetic,
thinking you can win.
death's the only victor...
over us, one
and sodding all.

and you can take,
your sodding...
flowers and cards
and sodding, casseroles too!!

there was,
one ray of sunshine
in my life
and now she is gone.

and she is not,
sodding around in another room,
or waiting for me up there.
she is not, in greener pastures
cause she was never..
an effin cow.

she is,
six footdown,
underground,
in a cheap wooden box,
making fodder,
for worms and beetles.
slowly, they are,
breakin her down.

and it will not be,
sodding fine
and time will not heal...
a heart smashed to smithereens.
a life torn asunder
**** me it's time,
for you pathetic
do-gooders...
to get ****** real....

no i am not,
a happy man,
and yes i am,
greiving the greatest loss.
and a ******, sausage
and bean casserole,
is not going to be,
making me believe,
that the world,
is a fair and just place...

don't you, worry about me.
i reckon i'll soon be,
leaving, my home
and my goods and chattels
and be recieving last rites,
farewells and a deep,dirt bed.

and that will be,
fine and dandy,
as long as it is,
close and handy,
to my beloved, Mandy.

what?
you're worried...
about my,
state of mind...

will ya, just *******,
haven't i
made myself clear,
i am way, too busy dying,
to pay you any attention...


this garden just going gangbuster
hey¡¡yah huzzah!!!
we will call this one,part experiment, part memory
and be done with it.
Dennis Willis Nov 2018
.. to go
today
to get there

I have to
get there
.........

...between us
I used as a safe zone

it was really
a weapon

and we were really
at war
.......

....in my story
unbeknownst to me
I wasn't here
......

...between me
and Ok me
and effin
amazing me
.......

...I was given
to cross
..........

....and I got lost
..........

....where all the lines cross
I could get there
When I do
they are never crossed

...I am closer now
though


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Dxsolate Sighs Jan 2014
"Insecure to the max"
You're effin perfect"
"Go and be a model *****"
Are these really real?
Sadly,I am not one of those girls that is famous and pretty and mind-****** kind of pretty teenage girls out there.
I'm just well,me.
I wanna be skinny but it seems harder that we can imagine.
I have 'the right'  figure they say well to be more precise,an hour glass figure.
But sadly,I don't act like a true lady so I don't deserve this hour glass figure and well yeah, a girl like me would never say no to a hot *** like Megan Fox etc.
What I'm trying to express is,teenagers nowadays get 1000+ followers and get all famous when in relaity they're just that invisible and it's sad to see those kinds of lifestyle nowadays.
Really.
This is not a poetry.
King Shout Mar 2015
This imbecilic idiot
Is such a ***** hypocrite,
Claims he doesn't like something
Then he goes and does it.

This idiotic little ****
God, I'm so sick of him!
Swears on everything he'll do something...
Another broken promise. So much for "King."

However, this little idiot isn't all that bad
Sticking his neck out for his friends, that's pretty effin' rad.
Cheering on others with his honest stupidity
The fort of his forte? Creativity.

But he's so **** gullible, it's hilarious.
Emotions easy to sway, nearly nefarious.
Realization of foolery causes him to become precarious
Trying to get it off of his chest, so tedious.

He drifts off to a point where he can evade his emotions
Lulling to a sense where his humanity has become atrocious
Satisfied with his faulted life at a rate hellacious
Never a ruse - wash, rinse, and repeat the sequence.

An Optimistic Nihilist, so sick of the lies
Of the retries, rehearsed lines
Broken minds, psyche blinds
Snapped ties, subliminal signs
Wasted times, goodbyes
Wiping the tears from his eyes.

Wearing an invisible mask
Though enjoying life as if it weren't a task
His moniker never known to the world
His name is K- no. It won't be revealed to the world.
Please leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks a million for reading.
susan Apr 2015
i apologize for the foul language


wow, what a beautiful sunny day
hmm, i have a taste for a piece of chocolate
alright! not much traffic
i want a piece of chocolate
awesome! a parkin' spot right in front
i really need a piece of chocolate
yes! boss isn't in yet
i have to get a piece of chocolate
another plus, not too much on the agenda today
where is that piece of chocolate i had in my desk
computer on, ready to chocolate
******* it! who took my piece of chocolate
where's those *chocolate
papers
mother *******, i'll **** whoever took
my last ******* chocolate!

why is that phone chocolate?
if i go to that ******* machine and
there's no effin' chocolate somebody's *** is chocolate!

would somebody please answer that dang chocolate!

chocolate

i have no change for chocolate
who's got change for a chocolate?
somebody gimme 4 chocolates for a chocolate
so i could please get chocolate!?

chocolate

i'm going to chocolate so i could get a... chocolate

c h o c o l a t e
kinda silly
but i just discovered the word monomania
and tried to use the meaning in a poem
Jo de Guzman May 2014
I don't need to cut,
      I'm already drained,
           there's nothing left in me,
                I'm just an effin lifeless *****
Marthin Sep 2018
You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like,

You are the smell that comes before the rain, that gives me that feeling of serendipity and vagueness that I like,

You are the view that I like to see every night, you're no mere star, you're a frickin constellation. You are made up of different kinds of you that makes you beautiful,

You are the food that I want to gobble and eat up but is so effin cute that it makes me want to keep you and preserve you until I think that the time is right to dig in,

You are the painting that's genre can't be described, you're like realism and surrealism at the same time, you look like a fairy who descended from above but is real because I see you and can feel you,

You are the dream that I keep on dreaming, hoping that it would never end, the dream that I want to reach and achieve, your radiance is what keeps me going through dark phases of my life,

You are the black hole that attracts my whole being, being dragged to the depths of your own profundity and mystery, I keep on being ****** in when I'm with you, losing all sense of time and awareness,
You are the sun that makes me bloom in excitement when you appear, you brighten up each day and give me reasons to wait for moments when I can see you,

You are the reason why I'm so gung-** in the definition of love, in the mysteries of love, in the ways of love or just maybe love itself, but wait, you are love itself and I love you.

You are the reason why my writing became much more colorful and expressive, you give me reasons to write poetry, and I write poetry for the sole reason of expressing my feelings to you.
Sir Douz Dante Oct 2014
Eight shots of smudge,
Like i hold a grudge,
you can try to nudge,
but i wont budge,
i could fly,
wait,no,thats a Lie,
now High as ****,
i aint gonna tuck,
coz its just my luck,
got my eyes on a big mac,
not my fault though,i didnt wanna slack,
got me  feeling a bit daft,
so maybe i need a smack,
to bring me back,
on the right effin track!

Pinch my ear?,
Who said i wanted to hear?,
dont bring your nonsense near,
am way ahead of you,in a light year,
when you hear my name,you should fear,
hide and grab your spear,
you dont know when i shall appear,
spread the news,
Dante Mizuchi,is finally,,HERE!
Some souls are a little too porous
They break promises and justify it
A little too effin effortlessly
Words are my only medium these days
And I’d hate for you to have to hesitate
Just because you lack character and have
Nothing relevant or useful to relay
you be


                   a             surrealistic

      bird          

                     mister green.



           did i

smoke                         it?


                                                                  no    
                                                                             i
                                                                                 took          it



effin                                ******.
With special thanks to a certian english bard for inspiration.                             This is a true story.
Kimmie Oct 2017
I was afraid    
   so effin bad
coz he came back
         and want me back

Should I believe
       or should I leave
coz I'm too tired
    of messing up.
Zelos7 Jun 2017
People pushing each other, fed up
They won't ever let, let up
Being fat *******, straight up
Stand between them, like break up.

Spinning heads on grownd
Slanging slurs profound
Laying curses that bond
People who themselves have not found

People hate when you being a challenge
Even less when you walking on the edge
Like stop being edgy, the ledge will cut your fingers
Lean on the edge less
I don't stress, I always lacked finesse
Everyday I care about my cringe less and less
My vape I caress, my fedora's a bless
I keep saying I'm thinking I'm the best
Not afraid to put it to a test

It ain't no contest
I watch the sunset
And drink from my wine set
Tip my hat and yeah I'm fat
And yeah at some things I'm pretty bad
But approach me
I'll coach thee
with no fee
Rehearse these
lessons for free

Man, I'll leave you on the ground lying
Foaming on the mouth without fighting
My rhymes are braggadocious
With ferocious one liners
Feel heroic come find us
Me and my boy honu
Hold the ******* phonu
We will effin bone you
We are known as chrome crew
Because we use chrome dude
Crudely eating ram, sweet
Like we eat the ***, ****
Honu is a gayest dude I know.
He layeth down for no hoes
He only layeth down for Bros
He only blows the ***** of pros.
Alexandra Dec 2014
I remember the day you told me you were leaving.
It broke my heart and ruined my world.
If i could take back EVERYTHING i had done wrong
It might be everything, but i just want to start over
I hate myself bc i let you go so easy
Now i see what i lost every effin day and i hate myself.
Dennis Willis Nov 2018
You effin *******
what the f are you going on about?

Your latest heartbreak?
Eat it up.
Eat it the **** up.
Really.  It is delicious.

Your horror at the world's indifference to
(fill in the ******' blank)
Eat that too
******' humans

you are always right
they are always wrong
you win
they die

they win
you die
more
get made

them *******
effin *******
are going to die
too

we all will

and then we'll be replaced
by about 9 billion

***** ******'
*******
poeting about mostly
the same *******

my heart is broken
I'll cut myself
I'm a misfit
**** me

*******
you lazy poet
you're the *****
of unfuck

this world already
******* in heat
between these lines
****

and there you have it
sports fans
the game
is afoot

lines out of time
still resonate
******' nevermore
sings in my head

and you
read this
and wonder
if I'm a poet

I wonder
what your little ego
needs here
a heart?

**** me
can
i have one?
please.

Pretty please
with sugar on top
it is all i need
to sleep tonight.


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Jean Garnet Sep 2017
I quit.
I'm done.
I'm so effin' tired of all of you.
Telling me what to do
what not to do
trying to make me
look like you.
Well, I'm not you
and I will never be.
For I am me
I am my own unique self.
Honey, you are perfect just the way you are. Don't let anyone change you.
..and we're supposed to be grateful?

when we're earning a pittance
and paying our taxes.

dipsticks?
well
take your pick
there are so many
and there are too many managers
managing
it's damaging
like headless chickens
running blind
they're effin useless
and effin is me being kind.

poverty?
not quite but nearly
and they wonder why
we're all *******.

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