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Mateuš Conrad Jul 2017
:)
please remember me to forget,
this mammon fest...
i have only the slighest
need to require a picture
and a quote beneath
                best in summary:
take a picture -
                 it will last longer;
ain't schoolyard antics
                 the dog's *******?!
it's like watching...
    watching, something
   attitring itself in amethyst
while oozing the scent of lavender!
that's either quirky,
or just plain disorientating.

p.s.
:)? hummy hummy
hummy humming bee
knave... twice the standard,
and let's count
the trans-****** dictionary
redefinition...
  hummy hummy hummy...
                schmile!
cheezers, cheese'oh!
bogus quest, bogus heroes.
Lyn Senz 2 Jul 2017
Wherever you go
whatever you do
you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're smirking
they're lurking
in the shallow end pool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gummy
** hummy
taking naps around two
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gabby
they're crabby
they're calling **** stool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool!


©2012 Lyn
Hi. This one started out as a serious write with some 'old' fool as my inspiration, brought on by some old fool I have no memory of now. Worth keeping I thought.
flynt Apr 2013
I am standing in a weird red light.
You can see my scares, they glow bright.
And all I've ever wanted is to be ripped opened,
and then pulled under.
I look over my shoulder into a different light,
and all I can see is you
looking over your shoulder back at me.
Oh, and it's strange.
Don't look at me in this light, *Hummy.
Hummy is someone very special to me, and the crazy cool part is he isn't made up this time.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2022
oh, no chance... i've never been a fan of smoky whiskey, akin to Bell's or Laphroaig (laugh-ray'g) - then again... i'm a sort of middle-man when it comes to Marmite... i don't love it... but i don't hate it... i'm indifferent to it... i eat it... like any omnivore would... i am an omnivore... what do Russians eat when drinking a beer? it's not peanuts... i ought to know... i was drinking beers with a few Russians in St. Petersburg in 2007... they love to eat: dried fish... when drinking beer... so what did i do? i ate dried fish... while drinking Russian beer... hell... if i travelled to Mongolia and was asked to eat a camel's ****... i'd probably eat a camel's ****... just to keep up with the plot... the narrative... deep fried camel **** rings... i can sort of imagine that... edible? like my motto: i'll **** anything that moves... i'll eat anything that doesn't wriggle... but i still find it fascinating... it's not my favorite brew... the Famous Grouse... why? it's this aftertaste of chocolate... i mean... how can you drink whiskey that leaves you with an aftertaste of chocolate?! no wonder the F. Grouse is made by a Royal Appointment... like Marmite and Corn Flakes... and Houses of Parliament Sauce...

i'm serious...
i really feel like
moving to Kenya
and becoming
a face for advertising:
soap...
because i feel
like white people
are under-represented
in Africa...
  something: must be: done!
humph! hummy hummy...
hum hum...
  i'll be ****** if a white
person is not advertising
either pork or soap
on the continent of Af-Af...
about to sneeze... AF-AF...AF...
RICA...
          wait a tick...
what if it was?
   affirmation Rickey?
   i speak English, i write English...
yet... i'm like a Russian...
i have no colonial past...
      i certainly do not have
a post-colonial masochism syndrome...
i'm sort of: ooh-e-newbie flimsy
"Arab Spring Fashionista"...
joke...  no... huge fan of Hugo Boss Schwarz...
und... Grei... massive fan...
wish i owned a pair...
                 if not own... i'd love to iron
an example...
               why? the world is deserving such
ridicule... it needs more ridicule...
less comedy... more... blatant...
more slap in your face more kicking
of the ******* more female genital mutilation
sort of ridicule...
         yes... more belief in hell...
more belief in heaven...
               this world and all its plastic...
its Pinocchio elasticity...
                                 i'm treating this world
as a joke...
        sure... and the mediocre will inherit
this earth...
        as they always do...
by argument of number...
                                          still dyslexic by 2029;
as the Sunni Muslims:
ripe, 2030... cousin *******: still!
                            Downs' Alliance: inshallah.  

p.s. i think i'll bemoan two "thing" in this life...
a translation of Jamez Joyce's Finnegan's Wake
in ******... huh?
and the inability to translate Julian Tuwin
into English....

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