"frack" poems
You made me hate you.
You must love to do it,
You’re acting like you knew it.
You made me hate you.
There’s really nothing to you.
You’re loathed by all that knew you.
You are disgusting sometimes
And times you’re worse.
You really need drugs and
A doctor and a full time nurse.
You always lie so
The truth seems to evade you.
It’s like the devil made you.
I wish you’d just frack off.
Gimme, gimme, gimme
What I long for
A better kind of behavior
I can’t write a song for.
You know you made me
Hate you!
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
My partner has a crush on Karen Black
He watches every movie and repeat
Anyone would wonder what they lack
As actors go, she surely is a hack
but “A Trilogy of Terror” is his treat
My partner has a crush on Karen Black
It’s not as if she has a fulsome rack
But something stirs his blood to boiling heat
Anyone would wonder what they lack
I dream of Idris Elba in the sack
Sheer perfection wrapped naked in a sheet
But my man has his crush on Karen Black
Her voice so harsh the underground would frack
Split layers of the earth beneath our feet
Her smiling face would every mirror crack
Despite all this, she seems to have the knack
To entice and tease every man to cheat
My partner has a crush on Karen Black
It makes me wonder what it is I lack.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
in school
we learned about hydraulic fracturing
when they would send pressurized chemicals into the earth
until the earth began to “frack”
well that’s what i felt like
when your words rained down upon me so hard
my brain began to crack
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
One day Frick when to the place to buy some stuff
While Frack stayed in the area to do some things
Frack tossed out some junk
He used the the whatchamacallit to clean the thingamajig
Pick up the odds and ends
And he scrubbed a doodad with the thingamabob
Frick purchesed some knickknacks and bric-a-brac
A few sundries
A couple of tchotkes and trinkets
Some whatnot
A gizmo
A gadget
And more miscellaneous paraphernalia
When Frick got home Frack asked "What'd you buy?"
Frick said " Oh, this and that" "What'd you do all day?"
Frack said "Just a hodgepodge of etcetera, etcetera"
-Tommy Johnson
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Say that we are enemies
Arch-eyed sharp means you ridicule.
You don’t get what our spit means to each other.
You mah frick; I you frack.
Yolo contendere, peace out bella pie.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
I was in my chair
outside, on the patio,
when I thought
I would have ***
with my lover Earth,
so remembering
Kurt Vonnegut's
interesting kind of ***
where the two lovers
put their feet together,
I put my feet
on my lover's feet,
and Bam
what a feeling!
so she suggested
that I go eat some dirt
as a kind of communion,
so I watered my **** garden
remembering
that the Earth laughs
in weeds,
and watered the other garden
remembering
that the Earth is dirt,
so I ate
a little pinch
of dirt,
and then she told me,
"Don't worry
about the men
who frack me
and **** me,
I love them
and will give you all
everything,
because there's always more
where that came from."
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
All we get is rhetoric,they're just gobbing off and I'm sick of it
we ought to send the ****** lot down the pit
I'm so frustrated I could spit.
They're bearing down on me in Downing street, building
high rise homes but
tearing down the street where I grew up,it
makes me want to throw up,show up with a deputation to
state the case for conservation,but they never listen to the likes
of me,
that's democracy,a bunch of scheming hypocrites sitting in their leather seats and tearing down my ****** streets,the ones where I grew up.
Well,
**** me, fracking's got to be the only saving grace I see,they say they'll frack far,far below,
ha,
so
them ******** at the top will be the first to know
when the whole world falls apart and
the last to bleedin' go.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
A protest song inspired by sjr1000
Frig & Frack dance a dance
To see who is astute
They run an oil rag up a pole
To see who will salute
Nobody seems to see it
They just watch TV
Corporate's just overjoyed!
They can dance for FREE!
They just quash the media
Build gas-guzzling trucks
People purchase in their millions
So Frig & Frack make BUCKS!
Nobody seems to wonder
Why water tastes so funny
Why their kids have cancer
Why... Big Oil's makin' MONEY!
Yeah... nobody seems to care a fig
Most people aren't that hyper
Now Corporate can laugh and jig...
...*and we all Pay the Piper!*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
4 and 20
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton,
scuse me, while I kiss this guy,
old times there, are not forgotten,
4 and 20 blackbirds, baked in a pie,
now of course, the question has to be,
just what is the point, of all these crazy quotes,
the message seems quite clear you see,
unless you've been too busy, tending to the goats
just why is it mandatory, that have to keep jumping down,
would it not be easier, to stay there all along,
and just what did Jimi mean, why would he kiss a clown,
or did I misunderstand, the meaning of his song
I also take exception, to the fact presented here,
that old times or not forgotten, never fade to black,
hey, I cannot even remember your name my dear,
just who were those jokers, Frick and Frack
Is it really possible to fit all those birds,
under the crust, of just one pie,
and of course the thing that bugs me,
is why, oh why, oh why
Gomer LePoet...
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 12:37 PM UTC
(News, May 2015: Every new home in France must grow food or have solar paneling)
Maupassant and Baudelaire
Say stick it up your derriere
You countries that just won't care
'Cos energy is free as free as thought
In, out, sunshine caught
So take your sticky carbon crap
Your shale, oil, and your frack
And leave them in the ground below
For we are here: the undertow
And we will grow.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
To frack, or not to frack, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the eyes of the world to suffer
The stings and barbs of outrageous corporations
Or to take up pen against a flood of money
And by opposing silence them. To speak, to write
Not heeded; and by a word we say stop
The drilling and the thousand unnatural shocks
That earth is heir to: ‘tis a consummation
Decidedly to be needed. To speak, to write;
To march, perhaps be silent—yes, there’s the challenge
For in that sleep of conscience, what death may come?
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
How does this happen,
Again and again?
I don't try to do it,
I can never win.
I honestly watch out,
I'm careful and proud,
But still i end up falling-
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
I'm sick of the heart ache,
I'm tired of the pain.
I want it all washed away
In the thundering rain.
Why can't it be easy
IS THIS JUST A GAME?
My poor heart is broken
they have no shame.
My hearts not been whole
For quite some time.
Been broken to pieces
Dropped on a dime.
Why do I keep doing this,
Will I ever fracking Learn?
My heart should be locked up
All those cruel men should BURN!
They trick me and treat me like i'm one of the best,
Then reach in my throat and pull my heart from my ******* chest.
Just beat me and kick me and tie me in chains
You honestly can't hurt me, no matter the pains...
For now my heart is locked up
You'll never see it again.
Not even will it peek out for even a friend.
For i've been fooled to many times,
I'm so heart sick looking for love to be mine.
So fragile, so eager, I don't want to be alone-
Yet here i am hitting every fracking stone.
Frack Really I did it again?
When will my heart learn it never will win.
Forget all the sighing, forget all the thieves of hearts.
Put ice on the bruises and wrap all the marks.
I'll never let any one else in again,
Why must I fall for you...over and over again...
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 2:39 PM UTC
you enable me
you toy with me
you puzzle me
you frick with me, you frack with me
you scatter my thoughts
my wits
my heartstrings
but you also make me laugh
and that kind of trumps everything else
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
How do we want our children to live?
Must it be the same way as us?
Did we succeed in showing the way?
Or should we be seeking an alternative path?
Our planet is green, blue and kind
The air all around is fair and mild
The creatures beside us are full of great beauty
The earth is a miracle home to the trees
How do we want our children to live?
Must it be the same way as us?
Did we succeed in showing the way?
Or should we be seeking an alternative path?
Our industries build still more powerful weapons
The leaders talk of building up walls
The money men force us to pay higher prices
Whilst profiting daily from eternal wars
How do we want our children to live?
Must it be the same way as us?
Did we succeed in showing the way?
Or should we be seeking an alternative path?
Our seas fill up with plastic pollution
Our cities require that you wear a mask
Our reactors leak waste that will damage your baby
They frack the land brutally to quench their thirst
How do we want our children to live?
Must it be the same way as us?
Did we succeed in showing the way?
Or should we be seeking an alternative path?
The sun rises daily to show us our weakness
The moon weeps at night as we lie in our beds
The stars ask us questions to trouble our conscience
The galaxy waits for the next generation
How do we want our children to live?
Must it be the same way as us?
Did we succeed in showing the way?
Or should we be seeking an alternative path?
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
"Ninì Santoro, il fine dicitore,
maestro di eleganza e di maniere,
il re del music-hall, il gran signore,
debutta questa sera al Trianon".
Guardanno 'o manifesto, chi liggeva
penzava: certo chisto è n'artistone.
Tenevemo st'attore? E chi 'o ssapeva!
Stasera stessa mm' 'o vaco a ssentì.
C' 'o tubbo, 'a caramella e nu bucchino
d'avorio giallo, luongo miezo metro;
un fazzoletto bianco nel taschino,
ncuollo nu frack 'e seta blummarè
Tutt' 'o teatro illuminato a giorno,
na marcia trionfale comm' "Aida",
Santoro ascette e cu na faccia 'e corne
pareva ca diceva: "Eccomi qua!
Mo v'aggia fa vedè chi è Santoro,
il fine dicitore, il fantasista
ca quanno arape 'a vocca caccia ll'oro,
oro colato 'e primma qualità".
'O pubblico ansioso s'aspettava:
chi sa mo ch'esce 'a vocca a stu Santoro.
Ma ch'era ascì... Santoro 'ncacagliava,
faceva smorfie, zumpe e niente cchiù.
Nun fernette nemmeno 'o riturnello
d' 'o primmo raccuntino d'avventure,
quann'uno arreto a me: "Santò, si bello!"
('Ndranghete!) E allazza nu pernacchio 'e nuvità.
Fuie cumm'a nu signale 'e na battaglia,
mancava poco e nce scappava 'o muorto:
'e sische mme parevano mitraglia.
Santoro nun putette continuà.
"Ll'artista" se facette 'a mappatella:
'o frack, 'o tubbo, 'o fazzuletto bianco,
s'annascunnette pure 'a caramella.
Dicette: "Aggio sbagliato,.. Ch'aggia fà?".
Trent'anne so passate 'a chella sera
che il fine dicitore fantasista
pe fforza avette chiudere 'a carriera
a beneficio dell'umanità.
Aiere steva scritto into 'o giurnale che:
"dopo varii e lunghi appostamenti
è stato assicurato un criminale
alla Giustizia delle Autorità".
E chi era, neh, stu disgraziato?
Santoro... il dicitore fantasista,
ca, pe magnà, al furto s'era dato
o pover'ommo pe putè campà.
Io penso che fu l'epoca sbagliata;
trent'anne fa tutto era n'ata cosa.
Oggi che il nostro gusto s'è cambiato
Santoro fosse na celebrità.
653
It's a good day to live, to die, to try and write
I might even say it's a good day to wonder
outside of Pandora's keyhole
but you'd think it was a euphemism,
an alchemy when in reality it's a truism
as real as this.
If you'd told me the secret
let me in on where you keep it
we could do away with injustice
as you do away, every day.
In Lancashire
which is where the cheese is from and
on some promenade or off on the side
they're going to frack
Westminster backed the money men
and now we're tied up in knots
so
tell me how local is local when London's
disloyal?
I'd ask a Royal
but there's never one about when
the **** hits the fan,
well
not since Princess Diana
but
that's another sad story.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Progress is what we denote our history
but I think every human
must be high on helium
a rapidly depleting natural gas
But we'll still frack the Earth up her ***
'till Cheney's great-grandkids choke
on air that weighs a couple ton
So instead of crying, Heil! I-burnt-a-ton!
He'll be saying, I failed ya son
It's billionaires tricking millionaires
and poor funeral expenses heirs
They say the pretension is concentrated
in the impoverished to middling educated
"Those ***** Planeteers driving Priuses
and demanding taxes for their green agenda
Taking subsidies away from good ol' coal and oil
Like the Earth's more important than employment
Jesus was a carpenter, even he had a job
and there's still plenty of resources left to use up
Once the last drop of oil is drilled, the last animal's dead
Then the carpenter will come back to judge your soul
Hopefully you didn't waste your time
trying to save what was meant for man"
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
End scene on the Neogene
Where life-distort systems sustain
The epidemic apathy
The superficial philistine
Degeneration entertain
Apocalypse obscenity
When everything's a ******* screen
Explicit content can't disclaim
The creds will roll mentality
Director's cutting guillotine
Makes severed heads and zombie brains
Of our inane humanity
One more cliche inaction scene
Exit stage fright for Pleistocene
Where anti-social norms have changed
The prof pic of society
To this no-filtered drama queen
Waging a twitter war complain
On photobombing refugee
Hashtag #unfriendthistrendregime
Unfollow Insta-claims to fame
Of Snap-storied conformity
Emoticon artists convene
To sell their Tinder-kindled pain
For likes and robot empathy
Dead to the world as they live stream
Brief Intermission Holocene
Where modern man is just a game
Of media monopoly
Rich Uncle's *** of Disney schemes
Pinochhio's nose, knows no shame
When Apple's poison byte comes free
With Mickey Mouse ABC themes
No Goofy Fox News hound can tame
The Lion King Plutocracy
As talk show ghosts in the machine
Project deceptive astral plains
Phantasmic family tv
What's real is once upon a dream
Final act Anthropocene
Where we're all dropping acid rain
In puff-puff gas complacent-sea
Raising the level of morphine
Numbing denial river veins
To drown the truth in ecstasy
From alcoholic gasoline
That's sold dirt cheap like frack *******
By FDA approved decree
So patch it up with nicotine
And then OD on pure disdain
For sober, bleak reality
An age of addicts on drug screens
Let curtains fall to wipe us clean
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
I can tell you about life
But I don't know
What's for
I can tell you
I'm alive
And my life
Is a total bore
Sometimes on hikes
Or sitting beneath trees
Only a little meat
Too much is not good for me
And these people
On there computers
And their phones
Everyone in their
Own zone
And I'd like to go
To an exclusive party
Just for fun
To see hot babes
On the beach
*******
Underneath
The setting sun
"Frack"
That is what
Starbuck said
But he did not
Let the enemy catch him
He is not dead
You want this
You want that
It doesn't work that way
Keep most things inside
Don't give yourself away
Times are fleeting
And no one is meeting
Meeting me here
And I'm alone again
And I find it all queer
I should just relax
And have a beer
But no one wants to drink
Alone
That is no fun
The man
From the Twilight Zone
Had to make a distant planet
His home
They brought him
A robot lady
To be his friend
To him it was
A Godsend
And then something bad
Happened to her
In the end
I did not watch
What happened
To his friend
And here I am
All alone
Living in
My zone
I suppose
My muscles
Aren't big enough
Or I'm not
Mean or tough
I'll probably
Be a ******
All of my days
Learning to
Experience pleasure
In different ways
Just wanted a hug
Just wanted to feel
Wanted friendship
With a woman
Something real
Something of value
A little fun
In and out
Of my life
These women walk
And on their phones
They do talk
Off to be with
Lovers and friends
My loneliness
Is a steady trend
Friendly women
Come to me
Let us eat mangos
And let things be
It will all happen
So naturally
Hugging underneath
The shade of elm trees
Lovers are much to close
Don't want to get burned
Like a marshmallow
At a roast
Just want mutual appreciation
And friendly hugs
And to drink Ovaltine
From coffee mugs
And as the seasons pass
I wonder
And my cat is still
Quite frightened
My rain and thunder
Often times
I ramble on
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
This is your soul speakin’
Time has come to enter the ring
You want ‘em to know you’re the king
I don’t wanna see this body give in
For that matter, be the master
Off with this super cozy sweater
Pump it up baby, work it out,
Hold yourself together and try it out.
So let me tell you it’s gonna hurt so bad
But when the signs kick in, don’t stop
Tell them guys you’re gonna get on top
To do that despise respite, lad
You wanna sweat and you know what?
Considering the effort, it’s great
Think about your badass swat
Punch this body to the floor
You don’t want to reach your limits
You’re here to overcome them, so come on
School gave you more than satisfying units
You’ve learned to cope with it, you’re tough
Don’t waste your time, your session is on
And don’t be surprised, this is gonna be rough
Whisper you love this power when you grab it
If you fake the whole stuff this is not gonna make it
So get up, gimme all you got, this is the first round
You like the way you’re struggling and screaming
You like the way it accelerates your breathing
Learn to appreciate it buddy, this is the sound
Of a furious fighter finally enhancing his heartbeat
Stand up and follow this unleashed upbeat!
You’ve passed the 30th line, and you should begin to feel
Sweat covering your hands and this heavy barbell
Ain’t so bulky after all, here comes the spell
Casting this astonishing adrenaline, don’t kneel
Ignore the pain caused by the bench press, you feel better
If you hold onto it because this is the right track
You won’t die baby, bounce and destroy the latter
And remember of the rest you don’t give a frack
So get up, gimme all you got, this is the first round
You like the way you’re struggling and lifting
You like the way it accelerates your breathing
Learn to appreciate it buddy, this is the sound
Of a furious fighter finally enhancing his heartbeat
Stand up and follow this unleashed upbeat!
That’s not the helluva lot to do, you know
At first you can just choose to take it slow
But I thought I told ya to rip your ribs
Well yes, sweat is dripping on your hips
Don’t give up **** it, don’t give in
I said don’t give up, did you hear me speakin?
You’re getting stronger, I said you’re getting stronger
You’re a 700 nitro gun, guy, and it’s getting warmer.
So get up, gimme all you got, this ain’t the final round
You like the way you’re struggling and lifting
You like the way it accelerates your breathing
Learn to appreciate it buddy, this is the sound
Of a furious fighter finally enhancing his heartbeat
Stand up and follow this unleashed upbeat!
June, 10, 2014.
After workin’out.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Traveler
Watch Her choke as we burn Her oil
Frack Her in Her fertile soil
Festering life forms
In a enchanted garden
In debt to The Earth
No footprint pardoned..
ryn
Pillage and plunder Her precious rocks
Engorge Her full with artificial stock
Praise Her beauty
yet **** for Her bounty
What careless minds conceived
Our callous hands retrieved
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
They tell me that it's toxic
a bit like voting
Brexit,
I tell them go
and frack it and
tell me how it feels.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
She would stand in the path of an avalanche and yell, "Stop!"
Frack me if she wouldn't actually expect the avalanche to respect her.
She'd be thinking about how to teach the avalanche manners,
Safe inside her brand-new igloo.
*
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 5:00 AM UTC