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David Nelson Sep 2011
**** Deck

I got rubbery legs and a pain in the neck
sick to my stomach down on the **** deck

I'm rockin and rollin but there isn't a beat
trying so hard to just stay on my feat  

the waves or crashing high on the bow
my belly is groaning I sound like a cow

I bounce off the walls first left and then right
been doing the same thing all frigin night

***** bags are stuck to the walls
in the circles and in the halls

some folks are funny they're faces all green
beware of projectiles potatoes and bean

but I'll do it again I'll do it once more
if only I could open this GD door

put my head in the toilet give it a flush
boy that tastes bad where is my tooth brush

yes the seas were high but I was out flat
couldn't sign on couldn't even chat

what's that on the floor aw man what the heck
now I know why they call it the **** deck

Gomer LePoet...
Yaz Dincer Feb 2014
Pulling you closer
just to feel your touch
I adore you so much

It doesn't feel right at first
then feels like complete bliss
Oh how much I adore your kiss
and your beautiful lips

What kind of spell have you put me under?
I can't go a night without having you to wonder

I frigin adore that smile you make
with your eyes
it's so cute,
it leaves me mesmerised

The mole behind your neck
and the Johnny Bravo impression you make

you're so sweet and kind
you've got me kinda blind
but I don't mind

Everyone might be looking at me
but I only have my eyes fixed on you
craving your attention constantly
If only you knew..

I hope you've enjoyed my poem for you
I hope I'm someone you'll one day pursue
Poem for my Valentine
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2017
a slavic joke: how dumb must the west africans have been, if the europeans caught them so easily?! you mean these n. f. l. / n. b. a.  hulk goliaths were caught so easily; these gigantic morons were caught like you might catch a down syndrome sufferer? how stupid do you have to be, to get caught, with all the advantages?!  esp. with the local topography... seems right: głupi do nieba, i głupi jak trzeba: tall to the heavens, and stupid as stupidity needed.*

you, a ******* mrs. of a
******* írē?
want love,
check into a frigin'
         sweetstore owner
like you might to a dentist,
you ******* nookie....
i'll only love-lace you
only when i can curse you,
you boston rat!
            ****** is soft,
we call old-timers *******,
your rapping hooligans we
call the bred-once-never-bred
again **** fathoms...
love you more while hating
you, than by love lacing you...
in s & m and s.t.d.s.,
          ******* culinary
escapades with the coo coo *****...
**** the ladies right,
i agree,
  but **** 'em wrong and i'm
getting rife!
                  she just held her
copper ****** in her arms and you
said doll gall, ye be off yer mark...
markers and seven heavens junior
to a ******* *****...
dance me the ******* jig!
          ******, dance!
        i'll wash m'ah mouth,
                    when i choose *******
labour for the joy,
and not the grippers,
                  nor the intellect,
you fracking ponce of a man!
           there's no thought
with a people who only know
a memory!
               as asked:
primus motif -
              the prime motive -
labours to a loss,
                             labours to a gain,
labours to the work,
                           labours to a fain.

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