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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
Hotshot
Potshot
Fool shot
Cool shot
No shot
Yo shot
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hey hotshot
Can you tell me who’s the shot caller
You’re lookin pretty dreamy
Didn’t mean to be a meany
Some things come so naturally
Shots are ringing from your balcony
So come on Romeo
Take a *** shot
Hotshot
And
Please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hotshot
You’re such a cool shot
Badass
You can call the shots
You can shoot the shots
You got the elevated status
But, you ain’t got no action
You always know what's going down
You nowhere to be found
Because you're the shot caller
And I don’t have a shot
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Do i
Do I
Do I
Hey, hotshot
Can you see
I’m down on my knees
Beggin you please
For a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hotshot
You know I’m such a cool shot
And this is so out of character for me
Can’t you see
I can see
You’re laughing at me
For being a fool shot
Please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hotshot
Will I ever see you at my door
Is this it
Nothing more
Looking pretty dreamy
This time, promise
Not to be a meany
Please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Dale had a friend
His name was shot
Because he was
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Who lives and who dies
Doesn’t matter when you’re a lifer
You run the prison
Make the decision
That’s not, not, not, not what I mean
Didn’t mean to be mean
So please
Won’t you tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
I’m down on my knees
Beggin you please
For a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
What I really mean is
Who’s the shot caller
What I really mean is
Well I know I’m unrehearsed
But quite well versed
I think you’ll agree
Always with me
I’m never home alone
Don’t pathologize
Just Apologize
For being such a **** **** ****
I know I don’t know how
But I’ll hold your hand
And you can show me how
Then I’ll quickly get off stage
Before it goes to my head
And all I want to do
Is be a deadhead
I mean it quite literally
Always looking for meaning
And that’s what I’m trying to say
My reflection seems to inspire perfection
And that’s not what I mean
Seems I’m always ******* off everyone
With my off the cuff remarks
That set off sparks
And I think it’s quite a lark
But, I’m the only one laughing
So please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Before I’m
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yo shot
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
the puppet man
the puppet man
pulls on the prompting
strings
he makes good use of the
things
them dolls answering to his
rings
how well he handles the
strings
the puppet man
the puppet man
oh yeah he's got a tight
*****
influencing what the dolls do on his
pew
all of them dancing along in
review
ever he'll call with the strong
*****
the puppet man
the puppet man
manipulating the dolls every which
way
he has them co-opted by his
sway
coercive the show's tugging
display
so he'll obtain his own
way
the puppet man
the puppet man
a
stellar
hotshot
all
the
dolls
working
for
his
spot
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
I was doing a little jig down the sidewalk
When all of a sudden
This red, bulbous, obstruction pounced into my field of view
I said, "Whoa, hotshot, cool down"
He/she/it did not reply
"I'm talking to you kiddo
Can you please communicate with me?"
It just sat there staring at me. Why?
You see, hydrants can be little stinkers sometimes
They'll talk your earlobe off one time
Other times they act like a sack of taters
They're just little drama queens
"Meow meow" said the hydrant
I take a look over yonder, than ask the **** target,
"Are you talking to me sir?"
"Meow," it said "I'm not sure I like your tone"
"You must be some sort of mind type hacker dealio
Cracking into my cerebellum, what are you doing in there?
Seriously man! Come on!
You must be going through emotional trauma. PTSD I don't know."
"Calm down buco, let's talk about this
Over a bucket of churned goat milk, I love that stuff.
How's Shirley? I hear she took up crocheting
I respect that"
"Grr, graa, paa?
Me oh my, this reminds me of pick up sticks all over again
Hey look at this man,
If you walk without rhythm, than you won't attract the worm."
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Imagine this centered: And lunch with Kirk and Uncle Bubby
Even the birds are staying home today
Those flocks and flights whose accustomed spirals
Make animate the skies are grounded by frost
And leave the waters of the marsh in peace
Young men uniformed in Nomex 1 and beards
Spiral into Hollier’s Cajun Kitchen
From the barges and the maintenance shops,
Cracking units, pipelines and hotshot rigs
They are smart, tough, and strong; they fuel the world
And pose for pictures with the concrete pig 2
1 Nomex is a flame-resistant material developed by DuPont and is worn by workers in many industries, especially petro-chemicals. The man or woman in Nomex keeps our cars, our lights, and our lives functioning.
2 There are in fact two concrete pigs outside Hollier’s (pronounced “O-Yays,” says Uncle Bubby).
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
No one ever asked me
if I wanted to be shackled, instead of being free
no one ever asked, but decided anyway
to turn and bolt the open doors
tie me to the dusty concrete floors and work me to the bone.
No one said,you'll never own a home and if you do
we'll steal it back
and mortgage you instead,
one day we'll all be dead
'so what's the rush?' is what I said.
Brokers in the token towers endowed with powers beyond our 'ken'
and if or when they do decide to let the status quo remain
the status quo will automatically, register it as another of the same old krap
it's something else that they'll steal back.
I've got to tell you, that I'm pig sick
of make it fast and spend it quick and sod the rule of law it never did apply , to the hotshot, potbellied, suited city guy who has his eye on articles one to five and in any case will most definitely survive against the odds by burying away us poor sods in backroom books,stirred slowly into microfilm by corporate crooks who cook away as if each day a different menu was on sale.
Beyond the pale where riders sit and watch the scenes unfold, and it is foretold that judgement day will wash the wicked clean away and save the righteous.
Yes,
well don't I just believe all that
another bunch of total krap.
The pious in their pious world could not foresee that greed alone would be the fall of man..and in the fall,where man has done it all and nothing of it done remains
the register clicks on two more games to play
one tonight
and one the day to come
a bonus ball for everyone except Mario because he's on heroin,you know it,I know it
the moguls in the mighty towers blow coke into their nose and they know it too.
Not a thing I want to do
should I do, would I if I could do,do?
I wonder where it's written that
we have to go there to get back
and if we go why don't we stay
one day we'll all be dead.
A thought as going ,when to bed arrived in and another trial that I survived through
one more dish of microfiche that never swam in any sea
and small as anything you see
or smaller for all that
a status bit of ***
for tat
and let the gnats and hounds of titled lords and ladies give the peasants rampant rabies, who cares but the undertakers undertaker,the sombre funeral formulator?
and I don't give a ****
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
You're a hotshot,
straight from nowhere.
told the firsts,
Cheers, lies have no fare.
It's only you,
Said you are the best.
Thank you for taking part,
by doing the self-tests.
Because you're a self proclaimed pioneer,
Never a second best.
you're unique
just like everyone else.
Congratulations buddy,
For taking the time you got,
Job well done,
for keeping your mouth shut
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 1:52 AM UTC
So many truths do embrace a gentle teasing lie.
Im far worse than you may invision a monster of rampage and gentle nightmares poetic reprize.
Do you ever wonder fact from fiction or simply never care just as long as it so does entertain.
Bleed the well to starve the creative fire will it ever make sense again?
She 's always a muse but seldom a creative force my words my own share the glory and you'll
lose sight of the shore.
To many drink's and lost night's lets cast them aside once more in a one night stand passion
Let us never cross paths again.
You'll only see me in shadow so take the best and try to never recall what was left befor sunset called it a night.
Broken dreams gather to make a soul bitter and this **** I just cant stop.
Please understand it's never been a choice dear heart.
A hotshot taken in vice and a final fix.
We never cast the stones we belive will be returned.
A dance will cost you more than you could ever understand.
And once to I saw the forrest for it's tree's now I simply cast blind regards to
thoose I cant truely recall.
They pass me by as so should you.
Sweetheart will a moment cast a delusion I cant be?
Old times were the hell are you now?
So gather your thoughts call me the fool for refusing to care.
Soon I will erase it just the same final round join me toast nothing and old friends
no longer here.
Soon I will carve that place eternal as a nights velvet harsh as dreams that once
I belived were mine.
Sunsets always hold the pain as nights hold my heart.
Forever doesnt seem all that long to me.
Take from it what you will.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
Dogs chained to a fence gather blood-lust to rip out your throat
Foaming at the mouth saliva dripping down the jowls of slit-wrist tension
Quaking carpal tunnel to quivering finger bones
slipknots cut off air the deeper we dig
But!
Our overpowering righteousness sinks the shovel down
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
I'm a nice bad guy looking for redemption. I'm the weird guy looking for attention.
I'm the ruin looking for significance. I'm the underground hotshot looking for remembrance.
I'm the dreamer who never lands on the shallow ground. I'm the beast in chains who knows not freedom, always bound.
I'm in the way of pain. I'm the help to the sane.
I'm a lover with a crazy heart. I'm a heartbreaker to all my sweethearts.
I'm the cold and ruthless prisoner. I'm the hero who is a soul healer.
I'm the child in confusion. I'm the adult who has long been chances refusing. I'm the decision when there are multiple options for choosing.
I'm a killer for not living. I'm alive because I push myself to keep dreaming.
I'm the demon who has been bruising mortality. I'm the angel who has been bringing life to this soul that has been dying.
I'm the height that planes fly in. I'm the depth that ships sink in.
I'm the question that stands to reason. I'm the answer that is vague and displeasing.
I'm the life and light at the end of the tunnel. I'm the dimmest darkness before the end.
I'm the human that works with hand. I'm the one blamed when there are helpless children who are not fed. I'm the one blamed when there are poisonous programs on television and children have not gone to bed. I'm the last option when I could've been the first choice instead. I'm the weight at the top, I'm called the head.
I'm the sinner when I've done something amiss. I'm righteous when the good things I do not miss. I'm wise when my ways have no twists. These are confessions of a sinner that are refined in Heaven if on earth they are crypt-ic.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Burnin blunts ash em in my soul
A few blunts in em and im cool
Scrape the resin till im smokin glass
Shut up an pass the ****** grass
Outsider sittin in the back of the class
Dark figure sittin in the back of the mass
I'm Sellin addiction, addicts seek my benediction
Movin the product, the holy ghost sellin salvation
So addictin pullin in the dead with my gravitation
Sell you your addiction for mine that ****** benjamin
Come to me for paradise
Feelin pain here's the ice
All I see is dead presidents
Eyes dead to the residents
Dyin for my decadence
**** a ************ with a needle
To buy a ****** gold fiddle
Jhonny may play his fiddle hot
But for the hotshot his fiddle I got
Ridin in the Mercedes benz
After I move a couple benz
Rottin the whole ****** hood
Makin my bankroll look good
Jhonny boy givin me all his bread
Then come famine and he feelin dead
Jhonny boy robbin for scraps of bread
Jhonny boys mums bread used to get baked
This boy takin till his whole fam gets raked
Money funneled to me by the addicts
Jhonny is enforcin my pyramid schemes
I'm Sellin addiction, addicts seek my benediction
Movin the product, the holy ghost sellin salvation
So addictin pullin in the dead with my gravitation
Sell you your addiction for mine that ****** benjamin
I'll be drivin around at the seams
Collectin the green for my dreams
A real ****** nightmare on my street
Krueger with your dope sheet
Salesman with the ****** rapsheet
Killin users and abusers while I sleep
Makin a killin in back alleys I creep
Get customers lost in the nightmare
Then sell the lost a rotten cure
Maybe give em a little gear
Maybe im a travel planner
Sellin trips to wherever
Nah im just another killer
Sellin trips to the executioner
When the lord doesn't hear your prayers
To take away the pain I'll bring the wares
A couple pain pills and a few uppers
Just bring me the bills and the paper
I'm Sellin addiction, addicts seek my benediction
Movin the product, the holy ghost sellin salvation
So addictin pullin in the dead with my gravitation
Sell you your addiction for mine that ****** benjamin
Slinging drugs got somethin inside me broke
Cause i'd rather be out killen than be broke
Bring me the bricks and i'll move that coke
To all the froggys in the pond till they croak
All this movin got my numbers inflated
Got my ****** neighborhood inundated
Careful you dont get ****** ventilated
For a quick buck to take to the pusher
Bodies pile around me a deadly peddler
But ive never pulled the trigger
The passive killer, waterwell poisoner
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
Sitting alone staring out the window at the frozen air and slate colored sky with every inch of the desk covered in stacks of paper like strata of life. Book shelves impossibly arranged so that no one would ever decipher the code of the last 30 years. Wondering
what happened, but knowing it didn’t just happen. It was the long road taken to this place where the bland stale toast
sameness of life had become boring and without sweetness or flavor. All of those years now behind and the
memories all that are left to mock. What to do now, hotshot? Now that this is all that has been
accomplished. All of this and nothing. Which drawer did you hide the bottle from
yourself in? Seems so long ago, but was really not given how many years it
kept you company. Let’s explore those drawers and see what can
be salvaged of the past. Let us toast you in memoriam…
r ~ 24Jan14
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
little daddy waddy
******* his thumb
just like a stuck up little brat
i am a man, ya know, run of the mill
though i am penniless, but
that doesn’t stop me from being talented
but dad teased me like a stuck up little brat
is what he looks like to me
yeah, he helped me
but i wasn’t his cool kid, back then
what is wrong with me
to him, i was trying to be a cool kid
dad, to me was a nerd
cause he probably only liked together people
i tried to gain his respect
but i learnt together means theory for *****
i am never going to grow up for dad, but he isn’t around anymore
i am a real real man and dad was like a little baby wa wa wa wa wa
i liked pat in my head, because i didn’t want to pick fights with dad
i was visioning dad as a perfect little gentlemen, what’s wrong with that
i probably hear laughing at my mental health TV station idea, what is wrong with that
that’ll be fun for the poor and suffering to have a mental health TV station
mentally ill people love entertaining
i hate voices in my head saying to rob my stuff
i was a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life
who’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life
brian’s a little young dude, who isn’t too woosey for life
ha ha ha, i hear voices of old mates protecting me
they look like geeks who are trying to be like little homely kids
dad never understood that i was trying to be nice
he didn’t understand i liked partying at shopping centres
i wanted to be a real hotshot cool kid, to all the party young dudes, i liked that
i chucked a tantrum because dad wanted me to be with disability workers, i wanted more
ya know mucking around in groups with them, yeah they are nice
but i am an independent artist and writer aqnd youtube entertainer
mind you carers are helping me be an independent artist and writer
i was having delusions that my mates pat and lyle were treating me like a little cool kid, they ain’t my daddy’s though
dad was, i never got on with him, i wish i did
dad tried to say, your one of the young dudes, treating me like him and mummy, i hated that, but i tolerate that now
i heard old mates saying, leave the more big bad brainy winey, your not like us, NEVER
when i committed that awful act on an 11 year old boy, i heard my mate pat say in my head
you are not ever going to be treated like one of US young dudes ever again
the voices say to me, i am a cool kid to the young dudes, but i ain’t better though
then the voices say, ***** are better, i told the voices, i am not a criminal, i am not a pheadphile
i am party loving, poetry loving cool man, dude
the voices can say **** till they are blue in the face, i ain’t getting worried, but the voices are annoying me all day, I HATE THAT
i tried to be a little cool kid playing cool for people going to bed, and dad said, uhhhh! get away from me, kid
dad was a man, and now he’s little betty campbell, see ya betty from cool man brian
you see dad up there in NIRVANA, i am the only disabled person in our close knit family
and you are being forgotten too, in a way, in the cool way, dad did say, he doesn’t wanna be cool
well, this affects betty’s mojo
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
In this competition called life
Its a dog eat dog world
And the other candidates
Strive to fight *****
Sometimes its not
What you know
But who you know
That will get you known
You're just not good enough
Next to someone who
Doesn't sleep so rough
And has the right kind of blood
His dad is an engineer
And the mom's a lecturer
Grandpa is a hotshot lawyer
And no one you know even has a career
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
Darwin’s Coffee ***
Not enough coffee in the ***
to keep me awake through this daydream,
not calling the kettle black I’m calling us all containers in this melting ***
so I try to keep myself in shape by staying gluten free,
going for the long shot,
like I’m shooting a 3,
all in like a Hotshot,
no hotdogs just coleslaw and greens,
jeez,
what a trip it is this life I lead,
see,
right now I’m in at a hotel on a beach,
in a town called Darwin,
in The Northern Territory,
which is ironic because I’m pondering,
the thought that maybe we’re all aliens,
or at least have 10% extraterrestrial in our genes,
which makes us extraordinarily extra special,
plus it supports my theory that we’re all aliens,
seriously Google Missing Genetic Link,
give it a think,
humans themselves are the Missing Link,
and even Charles Darwin can’t solve the problem,
of not being able to connect our missing link,
and I want to keep writing about it,
but I think instead I’ll go for a swim in the sea,
because I’m tired of writing the water looks inviting,
and not only that but I’m both exited and sleepy,
Not enough coffee in the ***
to keep me awake through this daydream…
∆ LaLux ∆
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
I sit alone,
Watching waves collide with cobblestone,
Thinking of you,
And all that that you do.
A cure to loneliness,
Such sweetness,
That I don't deserve,
But you continue with verve.
My head is like the night,
But you make it bright,
You mean a lot to me,
You're my hotshot.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
I danced with a boy
he was cute
I didn't care
he had forgotten my name
I had met him only once
he thought he was cute
he thought I would care
I danced with a boy
we danced around topics
I didn't care
he fell in love with every dance
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
A heart to heart story of lovers never ends
Magic of taste and flavor sets sweet trends
A tree full of fruits takes pride and bends
I want to take you in arms my heart intends
Let my blood cross all barriers to be just one
Let us be my sweetheart real life companion
In sheer darkness of life you are light beacon
Let us in whispering to share secrets hidden
My beloved I aspire to be your bosom's knot
Let me select you just out of all beautiful slot
My beloved you are not ordinary but hotshot
For my eyes you are my beloved like flowerpot
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
I'm in town
And we need to talk
'Meet me in the gardens
Where Wilhelm used to
Walk with die Kaiserin'
She told me that she
Got married last September
To some hotshot politician
(People say he's the future
Prime Minister)
And that there's
A baby girl on the way
And how they're moving
Back to London to
Start a family
To which I politely
Congratulated her
She took a deep breath:
'We should have
Run away to my father's
House in the Spanish Jàvea
When we had the chance'
'Yes, maybe we should've
But it doesn't matter now'
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 3:07 PM UTC
The mindset of people makes you ponder?
Makes you say, really?
Some off minded law official jumping on the insane train states, we should **** drug dealers for polluting communities.
Really?
Do, they make customers come to them?
Or their weakness?
Strange when law enforcers speak.
Pedophiles, don't get a mention.
Not even a ******
Who crimes leave more harm?
We don't get a prosecution of hotshot rogue police officers mostly?
For killing innocent victims.
When facts stand out.
So I say really?
We can't get the crooked judges into a simple penitentiary.
They go to the fed system.
But here this official stating his logic upon drug dealers.
When much more in this world deserving of more.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
When I am with you, I feel like I am out of my mind
Spinning around in your time
Holding you
Arms in arms
A star in your charm
Drift deeper into your exquisite chocolate world
Serve your sweetness
Press my lips against yours
Feel a burst of pleasure emerge
That’s so glorious to fall into
Your seductive stroke is dope
It has been voted best all around
I love how we coast through the oceans of enchantment
On your sleek, luxurious ship
Look into your bewitching black eyes
See you crystal-clear in the innermost parts of my mind
My emotions for you are in overdrive
I wanna explore your fineness
Feel your vibrant wavy hair
Your delicate ears and youthful cheeks
I become so excited to be in your empire
You are my phenomenal prize
I am your lucky charm
You put me in a great place
You make me feel alive
You give me my wings
So that I can soar with the stars
In the bright night skies of your heartland
You vindicate my creation
You taste so compellingly delicious as Bud Light
You tip me with your delightful kisses
You touch my mind
You take me further than red hot Mars
I am in your dancehall of hotness
I am a part of your world
Your undying lover
So immersed in you
Every move you make
You are my hotshot
My jackpot with the sauce
You cop my heart
Your score shots after shots with winning my love
You intrigue me
Take me to town
And treat me to the most excellent delights
Of your city street exquisiteness
Make me blow up
Like a discovered, talented star
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 8:53 PM UTC