"ladie" poems
Where is Ken?
He's such a doll!
He and Todd are dancing with Skipper
grinding to "Milkshake"
Another round
for the ladies
sitting by themselves
in the corner
Thanks for the drink, sucker!
you can go away now
We're here for the free *****
on Ladie's Night
All men want
is to get laid
another round
of Rumple Minze!
We have mates
they are on the dance floor
grinding on Skipper
She's such a *****
All men want
is to get laid
another round
of Rumple Minze!
We love our men
like they love
their *****
"straight and to the point!"
Hey Ladies
I am genuinely nice guy
highly educated
a few pounds overweight
FU** off loser!
***
How dare he talk to us
Yuk!
We have mates
they are in the parking lot
grinding on Skipper
She's such a *****
All men want
is to get laid
another round
of Rumple Minze!
Where the hell did they go?
They left the club
with Skipper
She's such a *****
Don't worry Midge
i'lll drvesed us hoooomee
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another round
of Rumple Minze!
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Be with me in ****** footprints / in your mom's silverware sets / in stucco walls
I want to sleep on dark leather couches with you.
Tell me more about cable:
I want you to introduce me to damp grass on football fields that we skateboarded to underneath the stars that I was with when i was away from you
Hello, earthling!
Let's do normal Earth things together (I could be a person for you)
I fixed the thermostat so that my bedroom can be habitable for human beans such as yourself
Drink six Diet Cokes with me so we can put six dead ladie bugs inside the bottles and BlowThemUpWithFire
"Yes, I know about fire! I've seen it all before OK! And I want to pretend I haven't so that i can ooooh and aawwwhhh when you show me !!!!"
I want to be a person for you.
Spray paint my bones gold when you're done crafting my skin into a turban so that I know it's real - I made this for you
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
I would be in heaven,
if I have the style of David Niven.
Or the voice of George Sanders.
I would be in heaven,
if I had the comedic style of Benny Hill.
It would be a delight.
It would be a thrill.
To have the qualities of these Englishmen.
I been in heaven,
if I could play the guitar of Eric Clapton.
Or the theatric of **** Jagger.
Say, what you want?
He knows how to thrill a crowd.
Not once, will you not see them going wild.
Even the gent Peter O' Toole was the best of the cool.
Same, with the great actor Michael Caine.
And it never could be a hurting to not be Richard Burton.
Who had style and grace?
Dalton, Moore and Connery, all contributed a personal style to James Bond.
And , even this man named Daniel Craig.
Not to over look Pierce Bronsnan.
It's something about the guys of the United Kingdom.
We see coolness even in Prince Charles.
Whom probably learn this from his lovely mom.
Notice, the way ladie admires Hugh Jackman.
Only, if I had these gents accent.
I probably could try to fake it.
Except, who woud I be fooling?
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
I see my ladie's friend zone
I see fake grins and hungry eyes
This is where the wolves reside
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Kids are cruel,
Realizing you'll never be a ladie's man,
Twelve years old,
Over looked, walked past as if I was laundry,
On the floor of a lackadaisical bachelor.
Questions begin to whirl,
Is it you? Is it me? Am I not physically capable?
See I am as beautiful as my confidence should make me,
Right?
Loneliness heavily consumes the boundaries of confidence.
Build your home on stone,
Raise your flag through the tools of war,
Be the loudest war cry so each maiden takes notice.
But I am not a soldier on the frontlines,
I am the poet, in the jail cell writing "The flag was still there."
Staring at the mounds of bodies of more able bodied men than myself,
Holding it in place.
Ramparts are the beating of my screaming heart,
Bullets sent straight from my mouth, tear through the flesh of those who find love to be aloof of,
What creativity truly means.
It means you watch from the sidelines,
While the quarterback walks away with the girl of your dreams,
Soldiers wear uniforms that gleam, sweeping a woman clear off her feet,
Bar fight heroes win her heart by never seeing defeat,
Drug dealers and users trap her with promises they could never keep.
Yet here I am, still sitting in my seat.
There's nothing wrong with making believe,
I guess I just find myself pondering,
It's probably me.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC