"kidz" poems
His dad,
hearing a beat,
turned the key,
not knowing
she was in there.
But shirt off, his
fourteen year
old, the CEO
just laughed and said:
"Dad, go back to bed."
He had won the game
AGAIN!
And nights spent
building a barrel
of monkeys
that
watched him
chop down wood
on YouTube
finally had
paid off —
It only took
20,000 followers
for her shirt to
come off.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
kidz are smoking my songs, drinkin' and sniffin'
welcome to the trip-inn, where magic is grippin'
the tragic city, neon lights, neon lights, demon's nights
i'm all in, never ever falling, swirling frisky, like a frisbee
45 to 88, made myself a shake
beat like an earthquake, first take
crying for a remake, dying for a remake
1000 tons of cheesecake, beafsteakz
yummy yummy, my past was slummy
so, you find tizzop where the ice is
my lifestyle is priceless, priceless
i don't care, nobody is viceless
how could one dare to imitate this flair?
i don't say words, i shout "yeah yeah!"
ipod-white teeth, you stop to breathe
and now be good, baby, get on ya knees
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC
The old order changeth, yielding place to new
-Tennyson, Idylls of the King
Like dinosaurs our institutions gasp
In spasms of existential death; they pass
At first unnoticed by the casual unobserver
Who trips over a covenant that isn’t there
If you vote they give you a sticker
The ephemeral Constitution changed
Like sweaty skivvies by each president
Law libraries catalogued for pulp
By obedient functionaries in tees
If you vote they give you a sticker
The faithful escorted out of the cathedral
By a bored security guard on overtime
The altar linens for sale at Goodwill
And the sanctuary repurposed on T.V.
If you vote they give you a sticker
Some of The Just Plain Folks cheer for the Reds
And the others cheer only for the Blues
As the reincarnation of Jack Chick
Blesses their four-wheelers and plastic caps
If you vote they give you a sticker
Election placards on abandoned buildings
Promise again prosperity for all
The **** lab cooks behind The Kute Kidz
Private Academy of the Dance and Math
If you vote they give you a sticker
An outreach of the Bright Light Free Will
Missionary Temple of the Lord Jesus Christ
Of the Lamb Sanctified 501C The Reverend Doctor Master Bishop Billy-Bob Hairdo PhD, DD a-brangin’ Messages and His Esteemed Lady Apostle Heather
If you vote they give you a sticker
And blessed be the Holy AR-15
God gave to His People to defend themselves
Here in the freest country in the world
Which you can find behind the barbed-wire fence
If you vote they give you a sticker
While fleets of luxury presidential jets
Arc high over our public housing projects
Reminding us of our prosperity
Here in the richest country in the world
If you vote they give you a sticker
And them Jews for Jesus I guess they’re all right
But them other Jews they just ain’t no good
Nor them Cath’lics nor them Mormons neither
And don’t you get me started on them Baptists
(We seem to have been otherwise engaged)
“The old order changeth, yielding place to new” –
(But neither cares at all for me or you)
But if you vote they give you a sticker
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
The fast lane is too **** slow
Stop signs never turn to go
The geniuses just do not know
The fast lane is too **** slow
I'm tired of nothingness
Monotonous, lonely, stupid ****
Careful kids and reckless authority
Empty, broken, stupid conformity
The fast lane of moving assembly lines
The same **** action every time
"Gimme, gimme, it's all mine!"
Conveyor belts and assembly lines
I'm gonna go against the majority
Redefining your priority
Careful kids and reckless authority
Empty, broken, stupid conformity.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
Funk
Jam Wam goes my Trunk
Punk kids rage and unleash the beast of the party out the cage
Hippie kidz just melt
felt there heat
you see there bodies fall to the ground
the Rock kids mosh and make the concert burn down like pete tosh
We were funky hipsterz watchin the motion of the devotion of these kidz gettin down
we were funky monkeys just swinggin and a singing
pretty girlz jewelry gleamin
ya they caught me peakin
**** I was geekin and cheezin
would'nt you
Funkin A
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC
***KIDZ! DON'T TRY
THIS AT HOME! NOTHING
IS WORTH LOSING YOUR
LIFE OVER!***
Three reasons to live.
Three good ones to die.
Shall I throw 'em in a hat
And draw the first I try?
Shall I act on impulse
Once the drawing's done?
If I choose the
Skull 'n crossbones
Will I fire the loaded gun?
If I pick the black stone
There's no two ways
To view it.
I've got to carry on with it!
Then I'll have to DO IT!
So here I go. I've got the lots.
As I have amassed 'em.
It's up to God to
Make the choice.
I will let Him cast 'em.
Uh, oh. Drew out
The white stone.
The gig is up. I give.
This game's no fun.
I've been undone.
I guess I'll have to live.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
Into the deep pit
into your deepest dream
I sit and creep
and happen to stumble upon your body
cold and limp
your face white as the smoke which pours out my mouth
I open your soul
with a simple blow
this intoxication last for a lifetime
as we lay simply
playing with eachothers corpses
a couple of kidz
drowing in this ocean
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
He so cold cool he hot
Peep be like: word
Mixing trax in da klub
King of tha mix
They all: we lit
Layin down them oldskool
Cuttin in some riddim
Droppin beatz
Sound system be like: higher
Mixmaster T play it 4 tha playas
And 4 tha kidz
Funk Soul Hiphop Latin House
(White House too!)
Thatz why he prezident
Funky Commander-in-Chief
Talkin bout Tha Dee-Jay y'all
Nuff respeck
Cuz its about LOVE people...
So dig your DJ:
☆D.J. TRUMP☆
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 5:46 AM UTC
Tell it me,sell it me
I hear the echoes of echoes as kids fall in ghettos
and you want to say to me, no way can it be that we, see those kids as the end of humanity,when all kids are free the echoes will be
silenced.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
I wish I was a rich kid
So I could date girls
And pick them up in fancy cars
Or diesel trucks
Trucks that I just drive in
And don't carry heavy loads with
I wish I was a rich kid
So I could impress girls with my beach house
On the vineyard
That I only use twice a year
On the Fourth of July
And once in August
I wish I was a rich kid
So I could buy myself some friends
And drink ciroc
Cause money isn't an issue
And we could take videos of us shotgunning beers
On my dads fancy yacht
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC