"enery" poems
“Top of the Morning to ‘Yuh, Guv’nuh.”
Oh, to be father of a
Cockney flower girl,
To be Eliza Doolittle’s
Dear old Dad,
Alfred P. of that surname.
Oh, to be a cockney dustman,
On this fine day,
Another fine day in
Northern New Mexico, as I
Sell my daughter to
‘Enery Iggins, or
Some equivalent
Princeton poofter.
I am Rhett Butler,
Daring blockade-runner,
Persona –non-grata
For any decent
Family—including my own,
Charleston Carolina.
In time, I crave
Social acceptance for
Bonnie Blue—my ill fated
Would-be equestrian offspring;
I surrender my daughter to the
Upper Class.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
Analytically
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The ENERGY!
.
You!
To be HERE!
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Oh for Christ sake!
SHOW A LITTLE RESPECT!
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No matter what you may think of yourself
YOU ARE NOT just some **** shat out by something!
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ALL THAT ENERY-------!
>>>>>and lo!>>>YOU appear!
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Kinda -----neat,huh?
------special
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SURE!
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So
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**** it up
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Ain't no reason
To let yourself go to
Hell
..
And throw the precious gift
Away!
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
what have i done. my dreams have been silent. where do i stand when i breath in fire. aner takes all my enery that i requier.
nothing makes sence when i cant tell if your liying to me.
i cant even open my eyes for how much im tired. all the weight on me. sufficating me cant you see i run away cause you wont listen to me.
only music have never lied. i have tryed to reach out to you.
but im tired of you not caring so i set this wold on fire
my lungs fill with tirer
whats the last thing is i breath out fire with your name on my list
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
thanks for all the suporrt in my dms ive been tired im not ignoring you all im reading them i just dont have much enery to write much back so i love you all and thanks so much
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC