"faw" poems
MY thoughts for today are lonely and empty thoughts.
Today I sent you on a journey faw away from me ,
IVE sent you to a place where you wanted to be
a place where you could finally rest in peace,a place where
its beautiful,just like you were,
a place where its quiot ,and only nature sings,
a place were we all grew up and use to play,
MY thoughts today are the things we use to do and things we use to say.
MY thoughts of you will never fade away ,I LOVE you MOM each and everyday ,I miss you alot.
now you can finally rest in peace.
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
Bedowing faw bloon
wÆsk cat-side
Bellowin frostourous
Goon Belet téthing noön
Q lapse lay for side
Entréprenurə en SolEmn Bliss
Forget Might tomorrow
Unflatteray ən sown bliss be known
Horay fish fraud stairs Cide ODwn (-f)
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Well there’s Hooverville
on the edge of the river
haint nuttin boot flimsy cardboard
e’en with clothes will shiver
waiting for tension to be released
like a arrow in a taut quiver
major organs ready to burst open
cuz day r all a failin'
unless salvation does da liver
from a stingy farmer
nada one of him a giver
Hence a goin to Cali for n’ya
in battered up truck n wailin wah wah
ta feed da chill n beasts o burr den –
‘cept un shaw
if me pa
will ever appear on Oprah
whar guest’s literary car –
rears into grand prix hoopla
An win free dim lifts us lock a hawk,
this kid rock will nah
dat he suffered faw a distant few cha
migrants we may be – butta we bah
dog on judas priest, Christ and allah
Rose of Sharon wool extend
da family tree
dat ma will live to see
re:
charging the Joad jalopy
in part from me
tink rin hands dat like ta mess
with oil hand stains
one mo scar – craning neck 2 earn
An huh tha red badge of courage
upon this Okie
hunched o’er with stiff back
while wounded knee
continually bunged up with utter glee
at engine cough fin smoke
to *** us free
whar we kin sally in da pacific fields yipeee.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Who can tell the Faw from the Aunty Faw?
CarryBOO herds in ballcaps, tees, and tats
Outlaw-scary-masks and gas-station shades
Parachute-pantsies and designer sneaks
You write no books, you sing no songs – you shriek
You do no work, you make no art – you shriek
You do no good, you help no one - you shriek
You make no thoughtful arguments – you shriek
And all of you dressed like corpses-in-law:
Who can tell the Faw from the Aunty Faw?
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC