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Alexa Sz Apr 2010
G
Gates give galloping giraffes
gin gum
gifted ghost
Goofy gambles ginger beer
grapple games get goods
Gooses groins getcha
group gathering greatness
goat got gale
Grail
Soul Scalpel Apr 2014
Rollin' in the Chevy,
hand on my Glock.
Lookin' for the Mexicans
sellin' on my block.

They think they hard
and dressin' fly.
takin' money out my pocket
now it's time for them to die!

Cruizin' down Century,
to Cimmaron & Haas,
when I spot the muthafuckas
'round Jesse Owens Park.

Ty got a shotgun,
Griz an HK,
we step out the Chevy
and start blastin' away!

The *****'s start droppin'
to the BANG! BANG! BANG!
Blastin' holes in they chest
ain't none got away!

That's the way it is
and how business get done.
Sellin' rock on this block,
will getcha chokin' on a Glock!
How Business get Done
Pumpkin King Apr 2016
Dinner is served!
Forks placed,
Napkins set
The chef has cooked for an army times three
And we’re even using the antique dinette
Runners take your marks
Get ready and set
A hurricanes a coming
Gamblers go and place your bets
My family when reuniting
Is cataclysmic at best
A flood of faces whip and zoom by
I notice cousin it and wolf man starring barbarically at the pies
Dr. Seuss’ children
Thing one and thing two
Take to the flinging of mashed potatoes
Better this than launching poo
Most of us dodge the flying clouds easily
Frankenstein ducks fast and tight
A gravy train curve ball impales my cheek
I stand up slowly and remove my potato face
Everyone backs up to give me some space
The blue haired gremlins snicker in dismay
Glance masks of sheer terror
As I march my wrath their way
“the king is gonna getcha’”
“the king is gonna getcha’”
They sarcastically shiver
But jump from their skin when I boom,
“And it ain’t gonna be pretty, now let me paint the picture”
Go back to your kiddy cribs
Can’t even chew a salted meat
You say you have a green card
But you have no real receipt
They both tremble with fear
So go retreat to kiddy land
Do you need me to hold your hand?
It’s okay you might get lost
This world is a hot mess
So try not to burst your eardrums
Or regurgitate spaghetti
My lyrics’ ll burn your throat raw
Just ask your cousin yeti
Know me by my name I’m the shepherd of fire
Spitting chariots of flame
Nightmares fear my attire
So don’t go and get it twisted ,I’ll break your jaw
You’ll be reduced to spitting lyrics through a crazy straw
Liquid rhyming riffs
You’d be an official pirate, setting out on your sail ships
Slippin’ and slidin
Pass Davey Jones   a mike
And this is what he’ll tell ya
That I’ve been blessed with your curse
This kids gotta serpent’s tongue
Aw you wanna leave already?
What for?
This turkey’s feathers are prematurely burned  
But if my flames are too hot for you to handle
Step back and recover
Your ears are close to charbroiled so seek shelter take cover
I exhale molten bars
From sons and daughters, to mothers and fathers
My blazing campaign and my slogan that’s fire
Me myself and I, Only crew I would hire
So who am I?
I am me!
Who am I?
The mc!
So sit down, hush it up
And call me the pumpkin king!!!
Cedric McClester Apr 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Diabetes high blood pressure
Don’t cha let either one getcha
Heart attack bring out a stretcher
Catch a stroke and then I betcha
You’ll begin to exercise
And try to diet if you’re wise
It only takes some discipline
To get out the fix we’re in

Come on fam' get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways too numerous to mention
Now do I have your attention

Tell me what you wanna be
I’ll bet it’s not an amputee
Who’s going blind but don’tcha see
That’s diabetes’ history
And I hate to bust your bubble
It might lead to kidney trouble
And your liver has no double
Once you’ve turned it into rubble

Come on fam get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways that I soon shall mention
Now do I have your attention

Tell me fam’ what will it be
I don’t know so you tell me
This deadly cycle has to end
Wonder when it will begin
Now’s the time this is the hour
Cos the solution’s in our power

Come on fam' get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways that I soon shall mention
Now do I have your attention

Death has such finality
But that’s where you could be
If you don’t follow me
And try to change your destiny
Death is just the bottom line
You had best keep that in mind
When you sit down to dine
Avoid all foods that are refined

Come on fam' get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways that I soon shall mention
Now do I have your attention

Tell me fam’ what will it be
I don’t know so you tell me
This deadly cycle has to end
Wonder when it will begin
Now’s the time this is the hour
Cos the solution’s in our power

Diabetes high blood pressure
Don’t cha let either one getcha
Heart attack bring out a stretcher
Catch a stroke and then I betcha
You’ll begin to exercise



(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
Getcha fruit on like the color orange
Murderer up inside the house listen for that door hinge
Running scared for your life too close that's that four inch
Mama bear papa too even te little one slurp that porridge
Friends challenged me to make a rhyming poem about the word orange
David Ehrgott Oct 2014
a man needs a goat
every man deserves a woman
every man should have a woman
but a man needs a goat
if a man has a wife
he still needs a goat

a goat gets ya milk
a goat can getcha food
a goat can make a coat
and keep you warm
a man needs a coat
every man should have a goat
even if every man was married
every man would still need a goat
a man needs a goat

a man needs a goat
you can talk to a goat
and he will listen but
won't give you backtalk
a man needs a goat

if you're stuck on a mountain
a goat can find the way back
maybe
a man needs a goat

you don't have to feed a goat
a goat can feed itself
goats eat grass
if you own a goat
you won't have to buy a lawn mower
your goat will take care of that

goats do not climb trees
if you own a goat
you will never have to call the fire dept.
to tell them that
your goat is stuck up a tree
goats don't climb trees
so that will never happen

a goat can make milk
and with its milk
you can make
all kinds of cheeses
like goat cheese
and fresh mozzarella
there is nothing
like fresh goat cheese
and fresh goat cheeses
without a goat
you just can't make any goat cheese
nor
have any goat milk for your oats
a man needs a goat

you can't step on a goats back
you will break it
please use a ladder or
step-stool instead
do not step on a goats back

you can compare your goatee
to a goats beard
they grow'em too
a man needs a goat

goats make good company
you can talk to a goat and he will listen
but won't talk back
he's a good goat
a man needs a goat

a man needs a goat
a man needs a wife
but if a man has a wife
he's still gonna need a goat

a man needs a goat
Material objects tempt you
To leave your mildewy rags in the rearview
I know who can help you, he'll be here soon
Meaning he's arriving you just gotta sign this
Contractually obligating your silence
It's not science
Even a blind ***** would find this
Excitin'
See he's taken an interest in ya thighs
and how ya roll ya eyes like you know it all
But trust me when the dough's involved no ya don't

Your just tossing out them bills
Throwing em out like it gives you a thrill
Gives me chills, when the heats shut off
Coughing and coughing, I'm getting sick
Waiting on that ****, lickity split
Pass it around, I'm losing it
This ******* piling higher, I'm getting higher
Jumping out the window like that **** on fire
Waiting on a refund for all the time spent
No dimes or dollars even make a dent
Remorseful, with a side of content

Wait up ***** aint they raisin your rent
You need a sugar daddy not a diabetic
Let him take away your woes with a couple franklins
Getcha takin off clothes at his banks expense
Sayin that you bad, need a spankin then
And since you want attention this is what you get
Hard **** and love are two different things
but watch me blur the lines like the drink you sip
I've never been good with relationships  
And I lie tryna hide I'm fake as ****
But come to the bedroom
Got money and head room just so we dont drown when the blankets wet
Afterwards you smoke get your makeup fixed
Ask about bank while I take a ****
Throw you twenty to make complaining quit
Do i smell like money, honey?
Take a whiff

I smell something, it aint no money
You wanna play?
Imma need more than some stacks
and some grass to want yo ***
This aint no game of tic tac toe
Three in a row aint gonna beat my woes
You're reaping what you sow
Can't just throw out them bills no mo
It's rich, but you're not
You thought you had what you bought
But I walked, watch your wallet
Cause it can't cash your *******
This aint a relationship
Save it, I aint falling for ****
You aint having it your way
But I'm lovin it
bones May 2014
Roll up.
Minds for sale.
Getcha minds for sale.
Step this way
ladies and gentlemen please.
Closed minds
form an orderly queue
for uniforms and direction
to the right.
Step lively now
Chop chop.
Im sorry Sir
all questions are strictly forbidden.
Open minds
mingle freely
if you please,
we will find one another
sooner or later.
Yes Miss
thats right
a penny is all you need
once its dropped
you'll be fine.
For all the Undecided's
there is a fence somewhere
to sit on
or hide behind
while you wait.
I apologise for offering a choice,
there is a little devilment
inside us all.
Please excuse me mine.
Minds for sale
Getcha minds for sale.
Roll up.
Roll up.
We cater for all.
talaina sorensen Sep 2018
Hes Not even in love with you
That's why your so uncomfortable
You can't shake the feeling of what he has done to you.

So instead finding someone good for you
You say things and do things that you shouldn't do.

You mad at me.
But you should be mad at him
God don't like ugly
So baby you'll never win.

So hurt so deep down
Your stalking and haking
"the next *******" account.

I may or may not be a lot of things
& Even without my teeth I will still eat .
But you got eyes
That will never see
The problem is you
It was never Tee.

I just came threw and fell in line..
Passed go and collected mine
I went to jail
Then got out free.
But we won't be able to say the same for you
If you keep harassing me..

Since your so down
That's where you will sit...
If you really think I am a weak *****..

I don't even think or worry about you
But I'm always on your mind
Go find something to do.

Maybe if you worried about "your man"
The way you do me,
He wouldnt be pullin the TLC
n creep.

I don't even want dude..
Your so sadly mistaken
I don't want him like a Muslim
Don't want bacon

But yet
You wanna get all "physco pathetic" with me..
&STILL!
Ain't a drop of fear pumped in me.

I know your miserable
And you need some company
But I decline your inventation
Gracefuly and humbly.

I'm not worried about you,
Your man or your life,
So "GETCHA OL"
And stay out of mine.

In the end
I'm happy I inspired you to write
This message is for you..
No need to reply

You are the devil
And
we all know the devil is a lie

I only stooped to your level
Cause you'll never reach mine.

I hope you can find happiness
Instead of the pain you find in
YOUR "mans" phone.

I hope you can find a hobby
And leave me the **** alone.

Even though your the craziest *****
On planet earth
-I hope you find healing
In the places it hurts

-I hope you find happiness
Where misery lurks

-I hope you find accountability and stop blaming everyone else.
For the holes you dug up yourself.

-I hope you find a strength you never felt that humbles you to the fact
That no matter what you say, do, what you have or where you go.
Don't make you better than anyone else.

I hope you can find the ability to change your nasty behavior

Here's a tip;
Start by taking
Jesus Christ
as your
Savior.




-Tee is Triumphant!!
#ask for forgiveness #physco #miserable woman #stalkers #hackers #nolife #toomuchtimronyourhands #idlehandsaredevilsplayground #itssad #better yourself #find happiness #misery #company #harassment #crazy #triumphantly
Sjr1000 May 2018
Invalid curtains
Broken down houses
Mold is growing
Everywhere

Not many live here anymore
Used to be a boom town
babies born
Everyone was employed
Took coupons at
the company store
Milled that wood
Ground that red ore
they don't build
washing machines
around here anymore

Invalid curtains
blowing in a toxic wind
nuclear plant failed
but that wasn't
the end.

The wind is still blowing
down main street
twitching the
"For Lease" signs
If the mud doesn't getcha
The *** holes will,
Schools?
Salting the roads?
There isn't any more revenue

At least Rays is open
the general store
Thomas's, the hardware store
next door
Tony's One Stop Coffee Shop
Barney's Pharmacy
Sellin' out those Oxys
The gas station pulled out their tanks
The doctor's gone
The dentist closed
Got to go forty miles to go to Costco

Still catching trout
at Jackson Meadow
down the highway
Pulled out an 8 pound bass
Never knew it was there
Put it back
Old guy one more life to live.

Staying here is all we know
No one knows we're here
Just like that 8 pound bass
One more life to go?
even though
We keep hearing singing
in the sundown snow,
the dying song
of a dying town.
In the tradition of James McCurtry, Greg Brown, Emmylou
Sjr1000 Nov 2016
Sometimes I'm the hammer
Sometimes I'm the nail
When sometimes I think
I'm sure to win
I know I'm bound to fail

Sometimes a blackberry
is going to getcha
when pulling weeds out on the trail

Sometimes
It ain't easy being
green, black or blue or pale

Sometimes
Stand still long enough
something is bound to eatcha
Or running ******* the treadmill
getting no where fast

When I'm hungry
I'm going to devour
meat or grain
fruit or flower
Sometimes
starving on a Friday afternoon
no money coming in

Sometimes love
Sometimes desire

Sometimes I'm alive
Sometimes I'm nearly dead

Sometimes I'm riding lightening
Sometimes I'm thunder calling out
for salvation

Sometimes I'm standing knee deep in deafening silence

Sometimes I'm going to see
Sometimes I know I'm blind

Sometime time is going to end,
I know
there won't be
sometimes to do again.
Joseph Martinez Jan 2014
passing into morning
barely hidden by a t-shirt
hammering the tires off the wheels
skittish darts under plywood
smells like pizza & motor oil
can you dial for me?
one box hollow point bullets
finger pinched off in the chamber
federal ammunition
federal eagle is covered in blood
against a ****** background
a well-oiled machine
what can I getcha?
what is the boss having?
ontological, ecological, illogical
wildflowers bud, blossom, wither
& decay in a sandstorm --
are ****** into a twister--
lightning strikes them--
they freeze and snap like dry twigs
no television for five days
crying--eviction notices--not much time left
gonna go soon anyways
Robert Ronnow Sep 2021
Quiet, dawn, Covid.
Biggest accomplishment yesterday: buying toilet paper.
Thanking the young cashier for doing her job.
Feeling a little sick, wearing my mask and gloves,
Spring oblivious to the virus, an idiot like Millay said.
At least we’re not beheading each other—yet.

Symptoms mild so far. Today rest,
no long walk, no knee bends.
I think I’ve watched every possible movie and tv show
and nothing’s left that doesn’t bore me.
I could learn the calculus, chemistry or physics
but will I and what for?

Most poetry is chopped up prose. That’s harsh
but true. But that’s because most days
are prose or yesterday’s news. Win or lose
sumthins gonna getcha. Drug cartel assassin, the blues.
If not now, when? Some other Wednesday. Why wait?
I wish I had some wisdom to translate.

It’s living and helping others to live
that counts, I guess. Cast a cold eye and guess,
walk the extra mile, report from the besieged city, be wise or a ****.
I hope to get the antibodies the easy way,
mild symptoms, no brush with death, don’t intubate.
An existential bessemer process, strange quark,

chances are I won’t be able to organize this day into an expressible state.
A daily exchange with nature’s enough
to alleviate my fear.
When I thanked the cashier
her smile was like the sun coming out from behind clouds
or the end of the pandemic, as if I had not wasted my life.
Jason Schnepper Jun 2015
I just wanna getcha wet
sweat dripping
let the rhythm
make them ******* bounce
let me see ya baby
bring that *** down to the floor
oh yeah
freak so nasty
you got a mother f#cker losing control
the way you movin those hips
keep grinding on me
lipstick shining on those luscious lips
mmm I just wanna pull your hair back and kiss you baby
lick you all the way down
Gonna Rock you, Come on
This beat is hot
Drop the bass down low
Let me hear ya stomp the floor
India Chilton Apr 2014
Were you the one who lifted that toilet paper from rehab?
That’s some fine industry, ain’t 2-ply
But that’s some fine *** 1-ply.
(You do what ye’d like, sir, I’m a-headin down to YOU-gene to get MEself a turkey DIN-ner!)
I’ll getcha a 40 if you lift one of them American Flags from the apartments over there.
Check it, Frat folks are a patriotic bunch.
What’re we gonna do with it when we get it?
Sew it round my hips, imma burn the edges up to my thigh,
I wanna look like *** tonight.
While you do that I’m gonna sew it into the toilet paper.
Patch it through here and there,
That’s some fine industry,
American-ply.
(It’s not such a bad way to *** around, so long as ye ain’t got a burden on the back, make the tire drag. Yissir, if ye can do without, ye can go just about anywhere.)
I’m gonna write Positive Liberal Slogans on it.
*******.

From across the park she’s looking in the window from the garden,
holding her child wrapped in cotton.
She hasn’t moved for a while now and I start to wonder
How something that looks so much like someone I want to love
Can be just a pile of sticks and nets and perspective.
ryan pemberton Nov 2014
Get, get!
Get yourself some medicine.

Go, go!
Get that tap-a-tap running

Run, run!
Getcha fav-a-rite teddy bear
Yer tick-a-tack toy boat
Yer Grand Ma-Ma's portrait
Yer scenty-smelly bath bomb
Yer dinky-danky diary
Gonna have a bath with them!

Shut, shut!
Close that bath-a-room door and

Chuck, chuck!
The portrait into the tub-a-tub

Jump, jump!
the tub and
let loose the bomb and
take the drugs and
rip the mind and
throw the diary inside
and
take the razor blades
you hide
in the boat your mother
gave you as
a child
and

Rub, rub!
Metal into flesh and sweet wetness.
Let the bath turn thick and red and
Let the colours in your head
Converge and spit into the void
Because
You're already dead.

Yeah!
Unlife Jan 2013
ive been starin a long time at this body mine
ragged, alien, hollow, watch me give a ****
shattered frames leanin walls, been and gone
talkin times too long
before my shoulder glance got permanent
he says that now i cant quit
starin up from in his pit
i done been done writhing with
but hes right aint he
dont like bein told
where to be

aint heard him since, aint no one
aint none my goals done
hesitate and die, son
it aint about you
bout the goods
lemme getcha eyes pretty blue

got a whole stash upstairs
sleepin with the *****, nightstand
ima take advantage of all this rain
playing the game
and ill see you shakin, chained
to ya fear, past choice, belated invoice
shoulda kept ya ride clean
Yo imma Apex Predator, tell me who be my competitor/
Yo imma Apex Predator, I look into the Mirror, that be my competitor/

Do not be mistaken that is not a Prideful statement/
Checking right outta da clinic I'm not virtuous with Patients(patience)/
Haa!
Misfit in Neighborhoods/ Wood crest I been sub-urban Free Man Opposite of Hood/
feeling like Huey really I'm "understood" like a single lady Target Practice add a "Miss" if you should/
living as a slave drink a cup of His "Blood"/ but I am Not a vampire you can check my diary "cuz!"/
Huh!!
Emotional after a Horror Show/
The genocide a steady toll as I fight for my Soul/
You'll never get me unless you greet me with Fists/
persecution may come imma Radical *******/
I tell em bring it and I pull out a Massive fist/
Ladies are only worried bout how many lips I've kissed/
Never worry imma ******(yes!!) and Pacifist/
Even though I could tongue Twist/ like am An Exorcist/
Ha!!
Not perverted in the Least/
I been fighting with myself forgetting I am a Beast/
Been elated elevated from the bottom to the feet/
So I "kneel " before the Father knowing nothing like"defeat"/
Start a war I be telling em get the Cranium/
Ready for Battle getting Fit in ya Brainy gym/
Challenge intelligence knowing that it is only Him/
I wish a Brother "wood lands"(would land) like the stadium/
Getcha Pride shot I got the Perfect gun /
Verbally assassinate and Hitchu like kasisi Nuns/
The Name Dexter I go Dum dee dee Dum/
Man Up! Lil boy I know that you're somebody's son/
Haa! Told to **** it I was looking for a Bible/
Dead to sin, Walking Dead, a Zombie that you Could stifle/
Die to gain Live for Christ no needing it for a Rifle/
Any body that come forward and Promise to be a Rival/
Ha!
Fruits of the  Spirit on the  table but your Plate is "Prideful"/
Think you a "Lion" but your lying rocking with mouth full/
Of disrespect do you neglect that you need to recycle/
The sin that Towers you like the Eiffel//
by  my mentor DESTRO
Ooooohhh it will getcha,
I know it will.
Drip by drip by drip,
A slow burn,
That will hookya,
Aching for another turn.

You take a hit,
A drag or a sip,
Drip by drip by drip,
Only takes a slip.

An IV for your soul,
Which you already know,
Oooohhh it will get yous too,
Drip by drip by drip,
Leaving all but a clue.
Ken Pepiton Apr 2019
in my paradigm, a word to define
from now on such words,
we presume

you can lookitup. Yacoulda in 2019.
if you don't assume you
knew what that word meant when
phirst poured into me,
the idea in the word,
actedly as you act
ually allow true,
in the dom whence thy will is done, yknow?

presumptible words hold whole preconceptual

assumption of the neccessary fiction

Migration outa hell, the myth
ic map.
That'll only getcha yea far.

Once a good idea has a man,

History sets the rules for maintaining our living culture,
(lest we forget, some animals is more equal)

but once manifested, the awaited ones,
groaned for in labour like,
the twentieth century

here we come
the good idea posse, plague on
userers and slavers and oppressors, and professors
confessing greed is the engine of
onward, as we were, we shall become
they say to the we we ain't.

We are robbers

of noble wisdom occluded behind tonsored and tenured
guild rules for heresy pre
vention.

Imps, good imps, impulses to do, right, sativa in
fluency,

we take hold in mortal minds and lift the blinds on

things hidden from the foundations of the world,

now, all ye need is

-- a login and password, All the public lies unbelieved
-- from word one to right just now,
-- we un done 'em. You gotta know how to phrase
---a quest request.
-----is that a problem, are you offended that keywords
-----and key phrases,
----can open doors on no map of meaning you drew,
---- as magi were said to do?

ah, a door in y' back wall, o'yerown persian guarded den,
a glance o'er y'shoulder,

duck, crawl, through the wall

we chipped away some old mortar around
stones who can testify our right
to interupt re
ality, as you will
---
AH, I live in a Archetrope, as a sorta hippy hermit former farmer,
relative of the
Outlaw-Lawman Archtype Classes, decended from Tubalcain,
through Na'amah, ancient mitochondrial
genes  pre
valent in general hill folk  
who tend to bake probiotic home-made

bread starter. I'm the idea. The idea that goes with
certain old recipes and those smells,
****** gluonic pro
tonic action,
but I am a recent roll-out, 5G.
We be given leave for
quarkish tricks with words,
if you can believe that.

Note to self: this is only funny if you presume to know

meaning's meaning as related by JBP. And then,
you laugh a liar laugh, as if, a little

levity leavened ye, f'crysoutloud, and yewerekewl,

you knew. Yeah, y'knew all them Jordan B. Peterson
polysyllabic synchronic
ex-plain words,
You did read the whole reading list, right?

How childish a question have you lied
to answer, because, aitia, you did not know?

New values. Junk yard values.

What good's this thang?
That's a crankshaft,  the piston rod connects
down from the piston, down to
that. Crankshaft. That one's for a chivvysix.

SO, what good's it?

Not much. The car it was in won't work no more.

-----
on the border twixt known and un

the future scented in the past, orange blossum
special, borego super bloom

golden valley full o' poppies, in re
al life, already already, alright.

If you get the drift, blown in the wind back when poppies
conspired to sow seed in abundance beyond
the possibility of that now winter then
to sustain or even wake
2 in twenty,

back then when rain did not come until Febru
ary, and then, but a
pittance. Poppies and Bluebelles whispered into
pollen on the way west, sea,
see us from our wind,

next winter, we have sown our hearts out,
so send some clouds to start the spell,
the smell,

desert bloomin' pollen way, so easy to see,

intagiios of life laughing in color for such as
find now enough, enough
to see and let be true,
look up
and fly to learn to see as a silver raven could
with your eye,
your POV in sus
pected un belief.

Pop.

---
the current or pre existant state

next.
AH
HA this is not one of those mytheries mystery
fectory confections one may buy
hand-dipped

in many wee wide spots in the road,
where enough was enough
a good
while ago. A previous and probable future
stable horizon of delight

no walls. The idea twisted into paradice is

from when the hearts of men had never been
re
deemed worth the effort to fill them with

you know, good and evil, plus why and how not,

you know, you know how, but you know
how not to, too. And any fool can learn in
life's most dangerous univers
ity ified as lived, breathed in'n'out exper
ience.

Winning and being may not be mistook past here.

Find that which has been lost
since birth.
Find the old way, where good is. Walk it.

Find the message in the old words. Talk it.

Compliance or complexity. Not my job or ...

come to think...

Mentioning winning, maybe, yeah, ya'll'll gitit

My job, as a good gob of complexity eating juices,
fermented from trodden grapes o' wrath,

way back, when...
I was sung once, just
once...
in an orange orchard, I was the the ******,
or dwarf who caught the idea

from the wanderer walking in the orchard to smell
the sweat and sing at the top of his lungs

Operetic otic baritone

Faith
is the evidence
Faith!
is the evidence evidence evidence dense dense,
(
william tell)

Jim Dee was Tonto and he, con sidereal authority wise,
considered us fools, who said in their hearts,

here is where all truth dwells. (they were children, then)
the dwarf in me caught the idea
and went
Chuck Berry duckwalk air guitar singing high tenor,
Woe to the soul, what don't believe,

Woe, Sisyphus, roll it up'n' let'erole

evolve, little ****** beasty idea virus, roll out,
role on. That's the trick.Just be good for goodness,
that feeling, y'know. You got it.
Casting my bread upon the water, so ... we'll see, now, won't we?
GaryFairy Oct 2021
the wind wants to be visible, and even has a new color to show us...the wind knows how we are and knows that some will taunt it if they see the wind being blown by wind. The wind will not be pushed around by people who want to make things they see disappear. So i do bad stuff and they can't even see me. I'm gay, but i also carry farts right to these judgmental people's noses. In yo face! The funny thing is, these people actually think it's their ****. Breaking wind huh? I just broke you dog! You can't break wind boy! You betta getcha a windbreaker! TBAG! Shut ya mouf! Tailwinds from now on *******!
don't talk to the wind...i got in trouble for madman at large just writing this...luckily the wind blew my troubles away...thanks wind!
Starry Aug 2019
Uh, yeah
Another one of those
(This is for my man the 14th
Dalai Lama)
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
What they don't know is
The *******, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what!)
The ghettos, the drugs (uh!), the children, the soldiers (Uh!)
The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the temples, the coffins (uh!)
The heartbroken mothers - it happens too often (why?)
The problems, the things we use to solve 'em (what!)
Mustang, Bhutan (uh!), Kathmandu , ottawa (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uh!)
The ****, the hate, the work, the gain (uh!)
The friends, the foes, the protests, the nazis (what!)
The autopsies, the shows, comes and it goes (c'mon!)
The racism, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave them the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh!)
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree (c'mon!)
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
What we seeing is
The streets, the chinese, the uiygers, torture (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha *** kicked (a'ight)
The human rights , the part they are of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble." (****!)
The bullies, the odds (uh), guantanamo, yakuza (what!)
The new enemy, the prank, the ****, the airports (****!)
The cell, the airport security, the ride down south (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, camp delta, the dogs  (uh!)
The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin' (what!)
The trade center, nobody knows what happened (what!)
The wars, revenge, the plots (uh!)
The sleep devipravtion, the one hour that's not (uh!)
The silence, the dark, the mind so fragile (a'ight!)
The wish that the streets of lhasa would have took you when they had you (****!)
The days, the months, the years, despair
One night on my knees, here it comes: om mani padme hum
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
This here is all about
My girlfriend, my parents (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night I was his (uh-huh), it was right what I did (uh-huh)
My ups and downs (uh), my slips, my falls (uh)
My trials and tribulations (uh), my heart, my baoudings (uh)
My mother, my father - I love 'em, they annoy me (uh!)
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uh!)
The airplanes, the fire, the strays, the cats (what, what!)
The guns, knives and bats, every time we scrap
The hijacking, the kidnapping', the robbin', the stealin' (uh!)
The **** hit the ceilin', little girl with no feelin's (****)
The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
The beatings till the age I read (a'ight!)
Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me (what!)
Little did I know that the Lord was ridin' with me
The dark, the light (uh), my heart (uh), the fight (uh)
The wrong (uh!), the right (uh!), it's gone (uh!), a'ight!
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
They don't know who we are
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2017
pride what? have honour in what? in what?! i'm not sympathetic to these jihadis, but then again, why am i not surprised? what, hmm? what hmm? communism was bad... take a look at 0 hour contracts and modern slavery, in your idol capitalism... ****, off! 0 hour contracts are worse than communism? really? the west is the best! yes?! really? evidently a blank pixel page is no longer a canvas for peace, for art, rather: evidence for making war... i hope someone invents a black canvas, just to **** around with M.I.5.... or whatever retards they employ; god, i love being drunk, and having the capacity of "driving" a "car", while unable to claim the "plea" of "insanity": plenty of drunk brits where i come from, want to stand them up straight? yeah, you won't be able even if you wanted to... i claim? diminished responsibility on the basis of intoxication... sure, i steered a sentence into dangerous territory... oops... you going to charge me for drinking, and writing drunk ******* on a flag coloured the colour of surrender? last time i checked, even the vatican was white & yella... so you libyan police, all green on the forefront of the debate concerning what's permitted, and what could have been, within the framework of the otherwise present? me asking that question suggests: i know no better joke.

sometimes i walk around the house
wearing my sunglasses,
thinking up more spectacular
events: oh right, i didn't turn off
the computer...
  for some reason the sunglasses
always come 2nd place of interest,
1st?
      it's usually during the night,
so i start gesticulating:
he went that way (left) - when
he actually went right..
   **** me, i'm either myopic,
blind, or cross-eyed...
    clue me in on mr. bean's acting
skills, having evolved from the black adder
franchise... you have
any clues other than *love actually
?
pastor bean, or is that pastor adder?
just asking, love a quote
rather that minding your time
with a leeches' worth of signature hopefuls
at the antique annual event (minus spain),
by the way, nice ferrari you smashed...
  shmile... can i take a selfie?
poetry quickens the dialogue dynamic,
sorry,
say ola for me, for the next
recyclable diatribe of narration...
mostly scandinavian, i know,
lonely women, no pakistani plumbers
handy, to endear the 15 year old girls
in the "prudence" of the "game";
lucky you... blackpool!
i wishy-washy 'ope,
you don't getcha a speck of sand...
in ya slippa'h... my tweed-pie fakery
of a name, like germaine...
   flu-tipped all over germany
with
iraqi hmm... yummy... name that rebounds
with ghaahee;
best oil that **** up;
your fathers already speak to these
i.q. ***** via the same way they
speak to your mothers...
          i've become
pontius pilate o.c.d. when it comes
to being absorbed with mind
as possibly crafting a change,
believe me...
change is a force biased upon
reciprocation: to vow is to disavow -
there was no "natural" argument for
britain leaving the e.u.,
for there always was the barrier of a sea,
against a land...
           the english really do talk
pretty...
    but in reality?
  they're just as *******-bashed
in terms of ethnic etiquette as the germans...
talking pretty gets you only so far...
******* saks and schwabs:
                two-faced no-gooders:
schmile, one more ******* time;
   i haven't been in a fight since primary school,
i'm just wondering if i am still capable
of punching someone's *** to the ground.
Cold karats see the bunnies tryna cop Marriotts
Im chilling with horses chariot not a parrot
No repeating cycles only to my flows portals
Lord of the stars looking afar burning tar
From out of my jar mind amazed glazed
Off the purple haze sour be simply lemonade
A serenade the streets made me wicked
Stopped chasing tickets followed the Senate
Heartless since society left me apart of this
crumb of the pies see how many souls die
Tryna reach gravity but they filling the skies
With lies otherwise I still hang out with guys
with mob ties open eyes once a gun rise
Surprised quickly analyze then bake thighs
Of my girls take off her pearls til she Earl's
******* throwing up ****** her vibe throw up
mad energy I become her she becomes me
All in the family stocked with synergies
pinpoint serious this ain't a radio or cameo
Just making be known throw a dog a bone
See how many clones can't even style they own
I'm gone sparkle flash taste the sunny delight
Vitamin d no deficiency black and godly oddly
They hate my skin cuz its resonates power within
Born in a state of sin lotto pinning no ending
Since birth was a certificate it was made intricate
No dependant I'm taking back my independence

We all apart of the oil money overseas slummy
still winding deals with Saudi Arabia
I'm telling ya the love will getcha hit cha With a bow from Cupid arrows thoughts travel
Below low level frequency peeped the scenery
Since I was younging hungerin'
Game grit didn't get enough milk off my mom's ***
So my seeds have it rest of what's left chef
These lyrics with no pots golden slots
all squared away with no words to say
Chillin' at the Swiss banks like begging thanks
Of a welcome let's gassed these scums
From America to New Jerusalem
Cruising banging old school jams slams
In my 9-deuce caddy brougham mean as a ram still count grams
From a sabrina witchcraft the draft laugh
Only to unknown bring in the ozones stones
Got me buggin' holding a gem as I'm thuggin'
Smoke somethin cousin's fakers wasn't
With us from the beginning now they pitching
With no strikes still wear Cortez nikes stripes
Worn since I grab my brown uniform uninformed
By society pending charm madly induce harm
Brothers turning Cosby **** the media scenery
Tryna paint me as a bad image instantly
No facts but I'm stitching Vincent's
A blood draw of pulp fiction see kissing
Slugs from the bodies that got drugged and dugged

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