"faggy" poems
i'd like you best wrapped up under the axles of my truck
but i'd rather not have to pay your brother to clean it up.
get the **** out of my home town
your driving the real estate value down.
in other words:
go back where you came from.
we don't
need that liberal faggy ****
i'm a man.
i'm a man.
i'm a man.
but i love the way my baby looks in that white summer dress caught around the warm summer air,
with flowers tangled up in her hair.
and the amber sun looks good in her eyes
i'm a man.
**** a ****** stab a ***
make my granddaddy proud.
love my baby, she's WASP like me
we're gunna start a family.
i **** her good, god gave me seed
you know i sow it as i please.
ultimately-
i'm good.
got a gun, bring it to school
always with me. i know i'm cool-
in case i need to get those sunni-shiite *****
shoot my teacher if i fail a test.
it's okay.i'm cowboy.
i'm good.
jesus loves me, he told me so.
******* Hey-Zeus, he mows my lawn.
-be ****** if i let them use the good bathroom
it's all right they'll be deported soon.
and it's good.
back in the city, jesus- girls' ******* drop.
filthy ***** and cherries to pop.
but blondie looks good.
follow her home. i'm a really nice guy.
don't understand what made her cry.
just keep
*******
her anyways.
feminazi ******* wanna blame me
there just mad that they're ugly
jealous of my success
there all just ***** anyway.
blow me.
and all those ***** livin' off the government's dime
handout ******* all of them should just die.
time to rise up
time to be
family man.
i.
oh, i'm a
good ol' boy,
i'm good.
(you know i'd **** you if i knew i could.)
but i love the way
my baby looks in that white summer dress caught up in the ******* air,
with flowers -like a promise- all in her hair.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
if you look at these eyes i hope you see happy
because that is what i want you to see it is what i am when you look
when you look into my eyes
i hope you do not sense the despair and the fleeing i hope you feel my heart i hope you feel it deep in your soul and in your teeth
i hope i have taken up an adequate space in your brain
i can only imagine how many things are filling it as i write.
my dearest sweets,
you are a ******* **** and if we were in spain in the 18th century, i’d stab you through the heart with a knife carved with flowers and put a red rose on your rotting corpse.
sweet boy,
i want you in the wildest ways. your core. find out how you tick. what makes you tock, dear?
honey. lovely rough faggy doll,
i am all out of ideas here. holding on to sinewy threads and nerves.
i am all out of ideas and i will keep riding along this path until i find my way again.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC