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"fcuk" poems
Down in the ghetto, real ****** stand together Me and my 2nd in charge had an alibi that breezed us on through Sued the NY Times and their racist news for they had no clue about us The judge winked us both off and later was paid what he was due Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary No questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’ Shhhush . . . it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews I think I just made my very last mistake He fired a pistol from under his robe and shot me to da ground And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown” Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
Never **** With Da Men In Da Gown
Down in the ghetto, real ****** stand together Me and my 2nd in charge had an alibi that breezed us on through Sued the NY Times and their racist news for they had no clue about us The judge winked us both off and later was paid what he was due Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary No questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’ Shhhush . . . it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews I think I just made my very last mistake He fired a pistol from under his robe and shot me to da ground And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown” Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary.
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You want her? You can have her! Girls are dangerous Girls are impetuous Girls are smarter than men No girl president? Proves men are all ******** At the end of this life We all go away... Sirens wailing in the night Some poor *** just got killed No one cares a **** today Dog eat dog is the contagion of hate **** you! I love you? What more can I say? D. Clare
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
**** you, I love you
Sniffin’ my cologne Hair full of da gel In like Flynn tonight For my homies aren’t that bad Their just a little ******* mad Playing with sharp knives, oh no What’s making ya bleed What’s making ya bleed They'll be floating through later Maybe laying down, little white lines I be a chillin’, by about half past nine I’ll be a jiggin’ sum girl on da sofa recline Yeah, your ever so kind and real kinda dope What’s making ya bleed What’s making ya bleed What’s making ya bleed What’s making ya bleed Maybe it’s from da ***** that don’t know any better Why no one tell him, she was my date She done dead now, for **** sake Thoughts about what we do and where to take Like how now is she gunna be undiscovered Authorities and her family, smell a whiff of her on my coat Like sum dead wraparound ******* fox So now I’m on the Popo’s radar Everything I do now, even taking my mama to church Hope she prayed extra hard I need to teach those ****** who to cut and who to trust Like I'm a god forsaken ******* preacher I lost da last girl I feel ****** and torn What’s making ya bleed What’s making ya bleed Not again...
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
Undiscovered
My canines are thirsty today. They want blood, any blood will do. The enemy are everywhere. Find the. **** them. Drink their blond blood. They are all guilty. They all deserve to die. The only real game is played for blood. **** their women in the *** Crawl back to your lair. Let the Danes sleep in fear, twitch in fright. This I will be back. They will never sleep in peace, just as I never do.   ~mce
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Grindel Eats and Sleeps (PTSD)
one other thing **** old people who act like they world stops for them and it is okay to be an ******* bcuz u old idgaf if u are 90 20 65 48 an old man with a cane old lady with a red hat my grandparents idgaf u dont deserve respect for living lets get that **** ******* straight if u a racist if u an ******* if u are iggnorant age doesnt excuse u from being human burn in hell
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
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**** **** **** **** **** **** u **** **** **** **** fuc,s uuuu what the fuuuucl **** **** FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK I HATE YOU BUT ALSO LOVE YOU AND THIS ******* ***** I don't want to start something I can see the end of we all know what's inevitable; we all know this tunnel is going to end we all entered it and know we must pass through it at the other end but we don't see the end yet, humans don't worry about what we cant see, with you I see the other end I see the end of the tunnel and I know how ******* bright and harsh and jolting the light will be, I'm not ready to start this with you because I know how it will end I know I will be left blinded, hurting with a sharp pain on the right side of my head pressure building where you used to place your hand whilst you kissed me I can;t bare to put you in a position where you have the full power to utterly destroy me I will bathe myself in fuel  and you will not light the match I will sit here covered in fumes until they suffocate me its easier to fall into a coma then burn to death I would rather slip into nothing on my own without it being at your beautiful hands.
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Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
****
one other thing **** old people who act like they world stops for them and it is okay to be an ******* bcuz u old idgaf if u are 90 20 65 48 an old man with a cane old lady with a red hat my grandparents idgaf u dont deserve respect for living lets get that **** ******* straight if u a racist if u an ******* if u are iggnorant age doesnt excuse u from being human burn in hell
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
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The night caught me When the day left my *** It embraced me Called me its child I fought its querying zeitgeist I whispered It was trying to help Brought to its kingdom I was forced to observe I saw the king What a ***** The queen tried to trick me Saying she wanted to help Signs of the snake in the grass Made me run with the group I don’t want to be last We laboured long Pulling the truth up From the root of its weave Seeing lies and trick Our mind could not conceive Obedience The ***** whispered to me That is all ask for You will get a tall glass or **** In the canteen of my mind I bartered for some Shut the **** up soda A red roti Dripping the blood of my ancestors I used the benediction Saluted the moon And prepared to write fiction
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Bartered solace
The Scaffolding at Notre Dame is like a rib cage of The Phoenix rising from ashes in a secular state of Macronism. Banning the Hijab, Yellow Vests and thought, has brought the wrath of Karma on the French Colonialists. Yemen, Syria. Libya and all her recent excursions into the realms of a lost empire is the price they must now pay for Greenpeace. Nobody give a **** about you France.
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Échafaudages d'incendie.
I thought things would be different this time I was under the impression that the word meant more to me than it did to you I still am When I asked if you care about me, you responded, "Not right now," and that worries me Because even as you cursed my name, I tried to find someone else to blame And as I walked away, my blood boiling, and you put the drivers seat down to sleep, I couldn't even make it around the corner without feeling like I was abandoning you I should have left you there to your own devices with no hesitation
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
****
Floating around the shores of a beach, whilst being all out to sea I’ve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me It’s not that it’s bad, I’ve done nothing wrong It’s just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet Can you see me or do you choose not to? Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you Like, how did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see Put down ya phone, look into their eyes, talk to someone anew Can’t find a job, most boss’s don’t like me, that’s how it seems Can’t sing a tune or get the right pitch, just listen, that’s what it means Living by the seashore, breeze in my face, no windows, in diss free place Be careful who you trust, they’ll steal every dime, it’s a **** rat race Friendly folk, pass on by, throw you a penny, ‘cause ya down on your luck Some girls get down on their knees, handle da merchandise, then **** for a buck Now quite peckish, haven’t eaten for days, down on one knee, oh **** Can you see me or do you choose not to? Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you How did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see Put down ya phone, look into the eyes, talk to someone anew She’ll be right mate, but every next day, I’m still looking for a place to lay Under a bush, upon a park bench, those **** insects, are having a field day I’ve had enough, I got the courage, dialed the number, to get me out of here Up pulled a Combi Van, with a smile on her face, as she wiped away a tear Silence all the way home, just a nod or two, I'd gaze at her, the way ya do At night, laying in bed, thoughts rushing in my head, most are true In the morning, staring at a mirror, I finally saw the boy that my dear mom, once knew.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
Drifting About
Floating around the shores of a beach, whilst being all out to sea I’ve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me It’s not that it’s bad, I’ve done nothing wrong It’s just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet Can you see me or do you choose not to? Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you Like, how did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see Put down ya phone, look into their eyes, talk to someone anew Can’t find a job, most boss’s don’t like me, that’s how it seems Can’t sing a tune or get the right pitch, just listen, that’s what it means Living by the seashore, breeze in my face, no windows, in diss free place Be careful who you trust, they’ll steal every dime, it’s a **** rat race Friendly folk, pass on by, throw you a penny, ‘cause ya down on your luck Some girls get down on their knees, handle da merchandise, then **** for a buck Now quite peckish, haven’t eaten for days, down on one knee, oh **** Can you see me or do you choose not to? Acknowledge me, don’t look straight through me I’m a human with a heart, if it were you, I’d ask about you How did you get here, how are you going, what’s your view On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see Put down ya phone, look into the eyes, talk to someone anew She’ll be right mate, but every next day, I’m still looking for a place to lay Under a bush, upon a park bench, those **** insects, are having a field day I’ve had enough, I got the courage, dialed the number, to get me out of here Up pulled a Combi Van, with a smile on her face, as she wiped away a tear Silence all the way home, just a nod or two, I'd gaze at her, the way ya do At night, laying in bed, thoughts rushing in my head, most are true In the morning, staring at a mirror, I finally saw the boy that my dear mom, once knew.
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The Crows had a meeting on the wires this morning. Their collective cawing was remnant of Westminster. Corbyn [Old French] Corbeau, was getting it in the ear. Bercrow, as per usual, in the centre, eying the right. May, the crow, never picks their stack, but regardless, She was about to go and pluck someone. Things were beginning to look blacker and bleaker. The Rooster Crowed, not your call, she said, Shut the **** up MaCrown, crow'king's what frogs do best. Crow'n quarto intervened, just before dawn chorus. Crow'd fondling #MeToo Union Jack-Daw is guilty. Off with his wings, to the Bowery! And away they all went, back to their Crookery.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
Crows.
(The Black Nosed Reindeer) Santa: What the **** are you doing here I must have a red nose reindeer. Adolf: I don't know, the job centre sent me and told me to put glitter on my antlers. Santa: Did you read the job description ? Adolf: I did, but the lady said that it was an equal opportunities position. Santa: Did they give you a card? Adolf: Yes, here it is, you me and the bear. Santa: I don't believe this. Adolf: Well ! am I hired or not? Santa: I must ring the job centre. Hello, Santa Claus here. Where is Rudolf this year Miss? Job Centre: Hello Santa, he can't make it this year. Santa: But why not? Job Centre: We are not permitted to discuss our' clients affairs Mr Claus. Santa; But I must speak with him ! Job Centre: The best I can do is to give you the AA help line. Santa: Hello, I am looking for Rudolf. AA. Is this some sort of Joke? Santa: No, this is Santa Claus here. AA. This is Alcoholics Anonymous and we do not give out information about our members. All I can say is, everyone around the table here has a red nose and looks like Rudolf. Merry Christmas.
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
A Christmas Story.
I don’t want dead flowers on my grave or my name in an obituary column to say that I died peacefully Tell it as it was, he ended up just as rebellious as he lived a Paddystinian on his deathbed saying **** the J
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
J Walkers ?