"jackpot" poems
who knew you were filled
with gold!
when I stuffed the dynamite down
your throat and ran you
through the casino I wasn’t
expecting a jackpot
maybe a princess piñata or a
party popper
but a corner leather and a
fresh haircut?
no, we’re not
in the 50’s anymore
but your vault was guarded
like mob headquarters when you head
started sputtering
quarters
you the
light-skinned pin action
movie star
looking highly alien
you
my diamond studded
chain
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
I confess I am only broken by the sources of things;
as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic,
unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings.
I must always forget how one word is able to pick
out another, to manner another, until I have got
something I might have said...
but did not.
Your business is watching my words. But I
admit nothing. I work with my best, for instances,
when I can write my praise for a nickel machine,
that one night in Nevada: telling how the magic jackpot
came clacking three bells out, over the lucky screen.
But if you should say this is something it is not,
then I grow weak, remembering how my hands felt funny
and ridiculous and crowded with all
the believing money.
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I've lost the key that opens the door to my heart,
It's like a painter painting without a brush to an incomplete piece of art.
Like a bird singing a song that cannot be heard
Like a poet writing poetry without a single word
It is the complexity that creates the confusion
Its Missing the flame that lights the spark to create a fusion.
The thief is known to come in the night time
But his not a thief but someone I used to call mine
I guess you could say he stole a piece of me
But he didn't I made the key and handed my heart for free
We danced to a song that only our souls could hear
Then he became out of rhythm and made me shed a tear
Since I knew his song had found a knew singer
So when he left I hoped he will return making me the jackpot winner
But he comes and then he go's
And now I feel his warm breeze that keeps me froze
So I light the candle in the darkness he created
I search through all the men I have previously dated
But there is no one I find but him
That can create fire inside when the match is dim
When he reappears he takes my heart to dance
We take two steps forward and I give him another chance
Then two step backwards while I'm
Lost in his dark eyes
And in them I see the missing key to my jackpot prize
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
I won the lottery last week. I played the mega millions with a jackpot of 60 million hoping 5 numbers could determine the rest of my life.
Where I live, a man won the lottery only 12 miles from me with a jackpot of 127 million dollars.
I try to fathom how that would feel. How I could take everyone I care about and give them anything they ever wanted.
People are talking about it days after and every time it is mentioned, its like glass shattering in my ears. How could someone be so lucky?
He will probably eat the best food and buy the nicest things. But thats all they will be is "things". The money will slowly push family and friends away.
He will no longer have to work, he will no longer have time for people that were there before. Because the money is all thats there.
Maybe I envy him. Or maybe i'm sorry for him. I'm not sure.
I won the lottery last week. I thought of all the things I could do and places I could go.
A 2 dollar winning lottery ticket made me realize that I won. We are all rich! In our own minds.
Our struggle is what makes our character. Our stories is the poetry of life. We win the lottery everyday, most of us just don't know how to spend it.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
Each turn of my life
is a play for thrills
remnant of the games
we'd throw our dice:
a couple of chance,
hoping for the jackpot
but settling for change,
living for the spin,
'till it's our role again;
a crap shoot fallen,
two die alone.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Her nails digging into the tree,
her legs opened wide.
He sunk deep within,
filling ever inch inside.
Mating calls meshing,
moans and grunts rent the air.
He begins to move faster,
while pulling on her hair.
*I can't believe he's this deep inside me,
It's so **** heavenly,
I burst out with a primal scream.
It's like a fantasy, I'm living out my dream,
All those ****** novels I read,
Pictured through my mind,
He pulled my hair even harder,
I came almost instantaneously*
Her essence flowed freely,
Surrounding him in liquid heat.
His thrusting became faster,
and the pleasure was Oh so sweet.
Hard as a rock,
one more pounding ******
He sank into her deeply,
and explodes in a rush.
*I could feel his hot seed,
Filling up inside me.
The exquisite pleasure almost
made me come once more,
He leaned his entire weight into me,
His breath on my neck
was felt to my core,
I realized I never asked his name
Yet, he'd pleasured me like never before.*
"I have seen you from afar, to shy to say a word.
Still, I know your name not and feel kind of absurd."
"I have seen you looking
and have noticed you too,
I wanted you for awhile,
and didn't know what to do."
He kissed her then,
softly upon her lips.
Holding her against the tree,
still joined at the hips.
**I drip as I grip onto your hips,
while I nurture your nectar and sip
Your ****** has me going crazy,
'cause I'm craving to be lazy
and lay on my back while you ride
me, but I think I might have died
This pleasure makes me feel like Heaven,
and I won the jackpot like 7-7-7
Your depths are coming down upon me,
while I sew some of my sticky seed
right into your box, with me begging,
"Baby, I swear I'm gonna make you mine,
'cause you have me feeling so sublime."**
~To Be Continued~
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
You’re a lot like that
five bucks I just found in my
winter coat pocket.
You swear you’re not much,
But to me? Killer jackpot—
and smiles for days.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
As I look down on you sleeping
Silent, peaceful, features fine
I have to ask this question
Are you really, truly, mine?
I can't believe we're partners
That we've been together all this time
But you know I have to ask you
Are you really truly mine?
My life is full of wonders
Full of troubles and of strife
But I must have hit the jackpot
To have you to be my wife
There's nights I wake up early
Just to check that you're still there
I have to see and touch you
Just to let you know I care
As I look down on you sleeping
Silent, peaceful, features fine
I have to ask this question
Are you really, truly, mine?
I can't believe we're partners
That we've been together all this time
But you know I have to ask you
Are you really truly mine?
I never knew I'd be so lucky
To find a person just like you
Who would love and stand beside me
No matter what I do
With you I just feel stronger
I am proud to be your spouse
For you make me so much better
Your the foundation to my house
As I look down on you sleeping
Silent, peaceful, features fine
I have to ask this question
Are you really, truly, mine?
I can't believe we're partners
That we've been together all this time
But you know I have to ask you
Are you really truly mine?
I don't know how I lived without you
you're what make my spirit whole
To make you proud each day is
My one and only goal
When I am out beside you
My heart just fills with pride
For I know that I am stronger
With you right by my side
Now as I lay beside you
And I listen to your snores
I'm glad that I am with you
And that I'm truly yours.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Wait for the door by the pillar
because she’ll be back again,
with an arm around her neck
to keep her warm against cold
eyes looking down, from the surrounding guys from around the bar.
Every jackpot ever, was won in their hearts that night
in that shadow of time that they called light.
Single girls will always be watched,
and those girls with a man attached
will always seem unmatched in the eyes of the lonesome.
I waited by the door and joined in with her stride,
a pace set with vigour and pride.
Did I speak?
No, never spoke up, just let it carried on
until it lit and flared up.
When that match hit okra runway slip
everything comfortable flipped and switched
into a cushion of stone that now dismantles backs,
blisters fingers and causes calluses that stop and linger.
Hate myself?
Increasingly.
Personification was me, to her
and to me, she was just that.
I should really get in contact,
and apologise.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 11:53 AM UTC
I'm pouring out my thoughts on to this paper.....letting my mind free for the next caper.
I've been a superhero and a lovesick man. A few stories about putting a ring on that special woman's hand.
A story about suicide and my last ride....sound similar.....but they are not the same.....different car same lane.
Will eyes ever see this creation by me? When I look at my comments.....it says none......I'm not Drake so I'm not on one.
I guess I didn't move the crowd with my words.....if I read it to the masses would I even be heard. It's absurd that my fellow poets just don't know......they are the gasoline that helps me go......and when I blow it will be because of the fire they ignited and kept lit......
all because they didn't consider it robbery to read my shit. I apologize for that last line... but it went with the flow.....I just get frustrated when people don't leave a kind or even a bad word.......especially when I drop a piece that I think is great and I really do.....when I create it......it's definitely for me.....but I share it first with you....
The first eyes to see my baby....but you act like she's ugly .....looking at her face....and retreating in disgrace.
I guess you never met a poet who was poor ....but had expensive taste. That's why my pen stays attached to my waist.....
I wrote this poem sitting in my car after I got off of work and now I'm in the parking lot. TheTeacher penning jewels and looking to hit that jackpot......
Comments raining when I hit.......I quit! Take this pen and shove it!
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
You are the roast beef I have purchased
and I stuff you with my very own onion.
You are a boat I have rented by the hour
and I steer you with my rage until you run aground.
You are a glass that I have paid to shatter
and I swallow the pieces down with my spit.
You are the grate I warm my trembling hands on,
searing the flesh until it's nice and juicy.
You stink like my Mama under your bra
and I ***** into your hand like a jackpot
its cold hard quarters.
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increasing the yield potential of a crop
has been the aim of Monsanto
with great efficiency
this company has hit on a jackpot
it holds a monopoly on agricultural products
yet Monsanto are selling
a very dodgy line of seeds
the cornmeal and wheat
has not a taste
which is truly sweet
people must become educated
in what they eat
the Monsanto Company
don't tell of adverse findings
about products that it vends
they bring many cancers
which affect men women and children
we all want a wholesome loaf of bread
one that hasn't had it wheat
genetically tampered with
we all deserve clean and unadulterated
food on our plates
to decrease those ever rising
cancer rates
Monsanto is a company
who cares little for our health
Monsanto is a company
who has only an interest
in making profits and wealth
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Everytime a guy asks me what I prefer in a woman
They normally ask me if I like the front or the back
But honestly I think class is what's lacking
I don't judge a woman by her body
I think her personality is really what matters
I know we men would be angry if a girl asked another girl if she liked guys with a Maserati or a Ferrari
Not all of them are about money
That's when you know if she's really your honey
She doesn't except to take your money and run
You can get fired from your job and have your car get towed
And she'd still offer you a ride home
Isn't that funny
She wants you to get the hint and you still react like nothing has happened
Ain't it frustrating to be a girl
Not wanting to come off as desperate, but you desperately want him to see
What it could really be
Going through all the crap and still wanting to be with him
That's a real woman
That's what I want
A strong woman who puts up with my stupidity and still sticks around
With no possible reward to be found
The real jackpot is having her instead
Any woman like her is a lottery
Just make sure you treat her right
And be there for her when she's giving birth to your children
If you ask me, I wouldn't of made it so painful
But the pain is a little easier
When you're holding her hand and refusing to let it go
She'll remember that forever
Only being glad she decided to have kids with you
Just remember that when you **** her off
And you're sitting there with dozens of beer bottles on the floor with a few empty Doritos bags
Eating till you become dizzy
Regretting that you made her mad
And she let's you suffer with no response on your apology calls
We all make mistakes
But make sure letting her run away from your life isn't one of them
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
You saved me.
You didn't need a mask to do so.
Yet when I see your eyes after a long day of crime
I see the pain you bear inside.
I will always kiss your pain away, baby.
And even though I'll never know the New York City skyline quite like you do,
I'll always stay nearby.
You don't need a web to keep me stuck on you.
Instead I'll try to keep your chin up until you finally can rest.
It might not be much, just know I'm doing my best.
I'm no hero myself, but I know I'm handling this the best I can,
and when you lay down beside me at the end of the night,
I'll kiss you.
I'll show you the tenderness you so desperately need, whether you admit it or not.
The scars on your body are the scars on my heart,
and I'll share your pain.
You are not doing this alone.
It is hard, but I am trying.
And I always will.
I'm not quite sure someone else could do this,
it's hard, I admit it.
But I'll always be here.
Partners in crime until the end of time.
What can I say?
Face it, tiger...
you just hit the jackpot.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
It took me just one look
Just one unexpected happenstance
To change the path I walk on
And let my heart take control of me
I was an unassuming guy
Who people would often only pass by Staying only in the background
Afraid to be exposed on the limelight
You were a sweet summer sunshine
Who makes any man look twice
Confident and beautiful, radiant as sunlight
You're a once in a lifetime jackpot, a needle in the haystack
But loneliness devours you
People took advantage of you
You're sweetly kind demeanor abused
And you were left and torn to pieces
Nevertheless I took a chance
I vowed to make you smile perpetually
Pick up the pieces and repair what's left
Shape it and make it feel something new
No matter your past iniquities
Nor your present insecurities
No matter what scarred you deeply
Nevertheless, you'll always have me
Nevertheless I'll stay honest and true
Nevertheless I'll stay madly in love with you
Nevertheless I'll try to ease the hurt and pain
Nevertheless you'll always be a precious gain
You are the one my eyes see
Not your past nor your future
Regardless of what made or broke you
I fell in love, deeply and truly with you
I'm in love with you regardless
I may never know any reason why
But I do know that my heart and soul
Body and spirit, they all belong to you
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Bashful, but sweet.
Intelligence, with wit.
Nice and kind.
Gorgeous, with modesty.
Outrageous, even when quiet.
Bingo!
You're my jackpot prize.
You alone is my fortune.
This you even told me.
And this I believe.
That you are the better part of me.
Bingo!
Lady, I love you so.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
I.
I went to wendy's yesterday
and I saw ed on the other day
and he carried with him, a bagful of books
and came along will, and saw him
they exchanged looks
and Will asked for some 'tools'
So came along Kim
who wore too much makeup
and she sat on the chair beside me
to look for boys who she would
hook up with.
II.
I went to wendy's yesterday
and I saw ed on the hay
and he carried with him, a handful of smokes
and he started to fling the smoke and breath in the air Inside his throat.
Then came along will, and saw him
he passed him a light, and gave a wink
they exchanged gifts
and ed asked for more ***
and will handed him, and ed gave his jackpot
So came along kim
who wore shorts and tops that showed her breast
she sat to the chair beside the teenager
and want to flirt with him over the motel
and gave her a wink
as she grabs the jackpot.
III.
I went to wendy's yesterday
and ordered for a milkshake
when I saw ed by the counter with his tray
and he carried with him, a gray bag full of *******
and he started to tuck it between him,
as he ordered a burger and some fries.
Then came along will, and saw him
he passed him the pack, and gave him a smile
they exchanged gifts
and will gave him the cash
and ed stashed the burger wrapper in the trash
So came along kim
who wore a mini skirt and tops that showed her cleavage
She sat to the chair beside the man
and the man smiled and gave her some cash
and gave him a wink
as he follow her to the motel
IV.
For graduation,
I came to wendy's to celebrate
and ordered salads for the day
and then I saw ed outside
handcuffed by the police for selling cyanide
and then I saw Will inside
displeased and gave a sigh
and brought out a smoke
to feel it's air deeply inside his thigh
that's when Tracey pointed to kim,
and told me she was selling some thing
and that she couldn't go with us to celebrate
Because of the baby in her den.
And lewis pointed to ed,
Said he was addicted
to the things that we weren't suppose to take.
V.
I went yesterday at wendy's
and saw the coffin that was ed's
and saw the gun that Will was holding,
as he began to get the **** out of the man.
I chewed my burger that day at wendy's
and can't help but ask why
why the people was circling
around Kim's body.
By the sidewalk.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
Lonely nights, lonely nights I’m sick and tired of em
A broken soul left alone just to wallow in
I need someone to rescue me from this painful life
Someone I can depend on anytime, day and night
I used to walk the streets and see all of the happy people
Should I be in pain or just down right lonely? The lesser of two evils
The heartache I’ve felt in my life taught me to never trust another soul
Until I see her walking, she’s so beautiful
Usually I just let em walk right on by
Is it cause I’ve got nothing to give or cause I’m stupid shy?
In my mind I knew if I let her go then someone else might not let her go
I’ve got some words for her, this is what I let her know
(Chorus)
No I don’t know your name
I think ill just call you Ms. Beautiful
Thanks for saving me from the usual
I think ill just call you Ms. Beautiful
I think ill just call you Ms. Beautiful
Yea verse two; verse two is about the happy times
No more late night pity sessions, always crying
Now that I found you, you the best thing I’ve ever had
I promise ill do whatever it takes to make you happy, never mad
And I tell you that you perfect even thought you tell me that you not
And everyday ill make you feel beautiful just incase you forgot
Million lotto, feelin like I hit the jackpot
If love was the sport then baby you can be my mascot
Hard on the outside but baby you hit me in my soft spot
Told my friends to ahead and leave me behind, just me and my girl tonight
Now I don’t feel left behind, I’m feeling just right
She told me “never let me go, hold tight”
I told her we’d always be together like the moon in the night
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 11:41 AM UTC
1) 12 thousand tweets and none of them are substantial. They're becoming less and less about you though. Maybe that's what is substantial about them.
2) Something in the way you wrap sin in worship.
3) I'm an arson waiting to happen, is the funeral pyre really necessary?
4) Writing about you angrily isn't doing it anymore. I want to smash bricks through windshields that used to hold flowers I bought you.
5) Looks like you're not at the bottom of this one either. ****
6) My love has always been leprosy.
7) You're the interlude, not the chorus. But, that's okay I'm a terrible vocalist anyway.
8) She wants to date boys that are self aware and boy did she hit the jackpot.
9) You smile with the grace of grandmothers and I'm a bad boy like your grandpa after the War.
10) Can I cut out your grin and put in on the wall next to my framed poster of Bob Dylan and Charles Bukowski?
11) Trace my outline in chalk when I finally drink myself to sleep. I'm euthanizing the pieces of me that belong to you.
12) If I find you in Heaven won't you be in his arms? If I find you in Hell won't you be my torment?
13) You make me feel as insignificant as God does and I think that says something about prayer.
14) I quit paying my phone bill so I'd quit dialing your number like a suicide hotline.
15) My teeth are rotten like the lies that spill out of my teeth. You find me beautiful and I've never been more self-conscious.
16) Your silence fills my abdomen like daggers and words clot where crimson should flow.
17) Loving you is ************
18) My heart is at a crossroads and you're drowning in dust in the rearview mirror.
19) You prefer the subtle burns. The flames so hot they sever nerve endings when they lick your fingers the way I imagine I would.
20) She sings the body electric and I'm forced to worship her through computer screens and the scratch of needle on vinyl.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
My options are few
I honestly only have two
Wait for you......
Or don’t
The equality in pain strains my soul out of my body
Floating above myself saying “somebody help that guy”
My own soul doesn’t recognize me anymore
I’ve become a frail pale corpse of just existing
Negative purpose deeper then the surface of the hurt on my face
I positively have no place to race at the pace I use to run at.
My body is worn down to much
The chest I kept joy in before has been stolen
The X marked the spot, you hit the jackpot
Stealing away yourself, the only treasure I had
The hole that was dug created a cavity
Not one that a dentist could fill
But one that made me empty without you, my sweet Emily.
No pill or drug can take my pain away
As my soul still apart from me thinks maybe life is better this way?
A soulless existence with no feelings to have destroyed
Like a robot or just “some body” null and void
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
You'll never have known a love so true
than the love of a dog when he loves you
The wag of his tail that wags just for you regardless if your happy or blue
He'll greet you every morning and stick to you like glue
He'll follow you around as though you are brand new
He'll never tire or get bored of his lot
For in his mind he's hit the jackpot
Cuddles on the sofa or walkies in the park
Curled up by the fire after a scrub in the bath
He doesn't care for material gain
He'll forgive you quick and he'll ease your pain
He'll look at you with love
best mates you'll forever remain
If he sleeps on his back with his legs sprawled in the air
You know he feels safe and loves his place
He doesn't feel vulnerable or insecure with you
He knows you're always there picking up his poo
He may be cheeky and he may be rude
But when it comes to the important stuff he's the coolest dude
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
Hold on
Admissions...
The night and swelling sidewalks
Call to me.
Folding.
Submission.
Those blinking lights, a quickly
soothing need
Blue-white.
the walk signs,
I'm running past the end of
random chance
Do winners ever quit when
they're ahead?
Too many of these casino nights.
I never let them end, because I
swear that Lucky Lil has eyes for me.
So I'll take my chances.
One more dance with these snakebite
pints 'til I
can roll these X'd out lids
over these swollen snake eyes.
Deuces.
I'm losing.
These sights and sounds made fuzzy,
buzzing slack.
Jackpot.
They have me.
I'm out of moves and fading
quick to black.
Odds are
I'm ending
the night wand'ring the sidewalks
with old dreams.
Cuz losers never quit when
they're ahead.
Too many of these casino nights
I never let them end because I
swear that Lucky Lil has eyes for me.
But she's rolling shoulder,
rolling pupils and shooting
weighted dice.
So roll my body out, over
the curb, to midnight.
Because I can never quit
when I'm ahead.
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 2:56 PM UTC
All I feel is pain
sadness and hurt.
With a slight tone of positivity
Love ever so present
like a distant dim light in the dark.
Gestures of good will
either harvested with selfish intentions.
Like putting coins in a slotmachine
to hit the Karma jackpot.
Or genuine kindness.
Mass produced negativity
running rampant across the globe
fits the current type of mankind
like a perfect silk glove.
I feel the wind crying,
poisoned and sick.
Clouds ***** acidic rain
every drop a bombardment
infused with a chemical mix.
I feel the sunlight trying to escape the earth
but the clouds are moody
representing the mental sickness
of the guests under their roofs.
There is no escape once you land
on this manmade Mental Asylum.
I am scarred by kids with knives
young unpure love that is quickly crushed.
Only a handfull experience a lifetime of love.
Earth is sick, being gutted alive
stripped barren and bombarded
with it's own body used as weapons
that have turned against their Host.
Me and all my friends know.
For we are tree's, our bark is thick
protecting our rooted Souls
in the deep slick soil.
Connected with Earth
we feel everything that it endures.
And it hurts..
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Am I an astronaut
Lost in my own thoughts
Am I'm one , whom world forgot
I know they think I'm a crackpot.
All my life sitting in space alone
Tied with those tethers ropes
Talking to the speechless stars
When others enjoying life at the bar .
It's hard to be an astronaut
No day no night , all seems nothing to me
Just the same scenary, always I've to see
Nothing changes in this world
Even you try hard to do
You may think it's ease to be
Astronaut
But I know what is to be me .
No , it's not a jackpot.
Even if I scream so loud
No one is here to hear
Even if I fall down
No one is there to care
Those stars sitting
Millions miles away
May smile at me
But got nothing to say .
Just the sun that always shine
Is with me and a glass of wine.
It's hard to be an astronaut
Drowning in your own thoughts..
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:15 AM UTC
Why can't I disrespect her situation and utilize manipulation!!!?
****
(Agitation)
How can I make her lacerate
Leaving him to **********
While her and I gravitate
(Aggravation)
Am I wrong for trying to captivate?
To cause a tragedy
So that I can place her in my cavity
Count on their delinquency
So that I can hit the jackpot like treasury
I must put a result to their destiny
When I see their pictures
My jaws quiver
She needs to be hither
I'm thinking I should be sly
And slither
Or should I be blatant and invite her to dinner?
Right in the face of her mister
Excuse me ma'am
Have you ever seen otters afloat the waters?
When I see it in my studies
I always get cuddly
I have a California king with only blankets to cover me
I have no buddy
I have friends
But no ones lovely
Can we hover the lake
Holding hands so that we won't
Drift away
You will be cute as the otters
I don't know why would I even bother
No groom; I'm all scruffy
I look ok alone
But you gone make me look ugly
Or
Come here
Hug me
Is this your hubby?
That's why his shoulders is shrugging?
And his face is mugging?
He know if you escape his disgrace and come to my cubby
He'll be in the hole
Ain't that right man? (Directed to him)
What's your name?
Stan?
Hey how are you doing Stanley
I'm digging your girl like my last name is Yelnats
And I'm trying not to disrespect
But it's testing
You have the great big book of everything
And a queen who can be on the cover of King because she's ****
But look at you
How'd you do it?
Here you go take my number down and dial whenever he's around so he can know where you're about to go
See you later
Which approach is better?
I like both
Should I be smooth or rude?
I have to make up my mind soon so that I can make my move
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC