"humen" poems
If cows go moo chickens cluck, therefore if the farmer has eaten chicken eggs, he will cluck,
and if he had a steak dinner, he will clmook...
and yield eggs filled with milk from his ****
This is why eggs are solely a breakfast food,
while steak is a dinner because mixing the two in one meal only makes the effects worse,
turning a Farmer over time into a milk filled egg.
Note only farmers are affected like this,
since it takes very high levels of exposure to beef and eggs in their raw un-processed forms,
which we don't buy at grocery stores for the above reasons...
First the mutagen's proprieties of the two mixed together must be neutralized.
By filling any crates in which beef are shipped with powdered eggs
and crates of eggs with beef made from a special breed of cow that has been genetically bred to lay eggs,
the hooves and horns go to make that strange astronaut ice cream that you see in gift shops.
Each "netrie-cow cost over 10,000,000 yen each (and you can only pay in yen)
but without them entire crops of beef eggs can be lost.
Oh i forgot... these were pure bred eggs and beef that need to be treated...
Beef eggs are a new advancement of science,
they are normal eggs in every sense but that they moo when you shake them if they have gone bad,
and taste slightly like beef and need no special treatment.
The chicks which hatch from beef eggs grow to be feathered cows which mate with everything in sight,
and usually are killed before they have the chance to grow,
but many a farmer has decided the risk of raising chowkins worth their original flavor and taste,
but many employ steel pant plates to prevent accidents
(since for some reason chowkins Can produce offspring in humen males as well as their own kind...)
The process killing the farmer,
and producing a creature which speaks in only an impenetrable deep southern accent and Farmer slang,
loves milk and grass,
and unable to perform any function in society,
but crops grown by such creatures are noticeably better in taste.
Clmook!
Clmook!
Clmook!
Go get your lifetime supply of cheese?
Please?
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
me no spit English, me no no Englis, OK?
me barbarrrian, why u one me speak Englis?
u teach me inglish then u want me slave, ya?
u teach me englis and mik mee go from nuture,
from da trees and de lakes and hum of me ancesdors, ya?
and you teach me englis
glive me your stinkin additudes
mik me pollute wold and **** wold like you, yes?
I del u, me spit no englis but sdill u offer skolarsips
and mik me shange name, and then tick on Englis name, ya?
then peeple call me englis name like tom, ***** hairy
or my wife become susan or margate
and me become kristian, yeah?
why I say no englis still u want to tich me englsi
and give me book and mi say, mi say,
luk at my nikid bady laik da die I was born
liiiv me one
don't tiich me englis
or wan day I will kurs and swera in inglis
like who, who, who, like that monster I hard play story
is he nime Caliban, yeah?
me barbarrbaian, dun't mike i civilized like u;
me no no inglis;
me happi with me lunguge and me hum
and my trees and likes and annncesdral places¦
I no wants to spit engilsi and khanges my name and culturte!
and un I no wan to go fom humen!
leave me lone wan, I say! me no spit englis!
or I put u in *** if you no go!
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 3:06 AM UTC
The first time that I saw his eyes I knew how much i will be broken at the end of the road
And I probably should stop falling for him ,I should escape those endlessly heavenly feelings
but that was hard all I did is getting more attached to him
It was so artistic how he controlled me
All I was thinking is how am so unthinkable around him..
He was warm
Smart
Loyal
Dangerous
Wolfie kind
My favorite kind
he did Burn every dark spot of my humen heart
I was so addicted to the feelings he made me to feel that I forget how much i'm going to lose under the line of my broken heart ...
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
Earth is sleep in sound tonight
Yet in the eyes of stars well up oceans of sadness
The streets are filled with undenying yern to live
The smells of blood courses the air
In the young and old
Not a silent completion
Not a singal comfort in a drink nor a shot of ****** to behave lively
Only death awaits in alleys
Darkness falls in dead end roads
The earth is sound in sleep tonight
It tells stories of humen nature changing and exchanging gifts for the weak
No child lay still in thier beds
No mothers arms are full but empty with weary heartbreaks
Fathers cry in rage of self pitty and drive to another rage to prison bars
No glory here In the sound of night
No hope nor will to dream but to **** the sun
And all that is left are the stars that shed little light
Still not giving up on these children who cry in the night.
© Copyright 2013 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
Unauthorized copying is prohibited.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Now that our royal head has gone
You are left with a single note in your song
You are now the upholastery
the carraige left to still carry on
In rivers plastered above faith and will
Righteously your love has grown in
deeper roots bright and strong
I know no other humen on earth
who loved her womb much more than her own
The corinthian covered in lime stone
stand strong forever
So when I open this final book
of proverbs and revolation
I know you are the mother
I ache to keep a lifetime as my salvation.
I love you mom.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
It is possible
for grammar to-
be a mistake ... sometimes
words are
NEVER perfect
I type,
text
errors
true words,
though
run like a stream
FLOWING
from my brain
BUT
this brain
my brain
had been
under construction
for all
my entire being
words
were born in here
in my brain
developed
collecting
images
from my....
surroundings
elevation
no conclusion
BUT
I was counting
scrambling numbers
poor additions
about life
adding, nothing
NOT YET.... no method
salvation
with a bit
of seizure
relying on them
to save me
deppening on them
to revive a tune
to make these mistakes
look pretty???
There are
many languages devided
= many errors in
perfect grammar
+
the ones with gutts
rasing amo
graph-ic-assurence
firing reprisal
______________________=
unique insignifacance
intellect that does not belong
to the world
it is possible
for mistakes
to be a grammar
unexplained
not understanding
why I have to prove
perfection
when
there is no such existance
in humen kind.
© The Madd Hatteress
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
False statements formalized
Righteousness forbidden
Truth forgotten and forsaken
With negative force
For the sake of forgiveness
In human form
Which we lack
We lose focus and fortitude
Unable to foresee
Human fall
In the following generation
Dreams lost in the fog
Innocents forlorn and forfeited
Forever
We left with
Phobia of being humen
In the dark forest
No one’s fault
Saint Bernardino of Siena
Died in fourteen forty four
****** usury and fornication
Took over the world
People gambling for power
Natives killing folks
Because they are foreigners
Humanity forgone
Our homes are foxholes
The world turned cold and formidable
With forbidding souls
These are no longer the lands
Of our patriotic forefathers
We failed to follow their tracks
To forfend their heritage
Forbye fomenting cultural barriers
Because of power and fortune
We remained
Phoney and folly
We lost forethoughtfulness
We are done, humanity foredone
And forgone
What for?
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
We are all just lost souls
Looking for a piece we lost
Centuries before
Looking for the other
Part to make us whole
To energize us
Body and mind
Were all just lost souls
Looking for the truth
The truth behind love
behind our existence
And the cosmos above
We are all lost souls
Looking for our dreams and answers
And fighting for our mental sanity
Will we ever find what were
Looking for?
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC