"lickin" poems
She don't like her eggs all runny
she thinks crossin' her legs is funny
she looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter bunny
she's my baby
I'm her honey
Never Gonna Let Her Go
He ain't got laid in a
Month of Sundays
I caught him once
and he was sniffin' my ******
he ain't too sharp but he gets things done drinks beer like it's oxygen
and he's my baby
I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
In Spite of Ourselves
we'll end up sitting on a rainbow
Against All Odds
honey were the big door prize
We're going to spite our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothin'
but a big ol' Hearts
dancin' in our eyes
she thinks all my jokes are corny
convict movies make her *****
she likes ketchup with her scrambled eggs swears like a sailor when
she shaves her legs
she takes a lickin'
she keeps on tickin'
I'm never going to let her go
He's got more ***** than
A Big Brass Monkey
he's a whacked-out ******
and a love bug ******
Sly as a fox
crazy as a loon
when payday comes
he's howlin' at the moon
he is my baby
and I don't mean maybe
I'm never going to let him go
In Spite of Ourselves
we'll end up sittin' on a rainbow
Against All Odds
honey were the big door prize
we're going to spite our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothing
but big ol' Hearts
dancin' in our eyes
In Spite of Ourselves
Written by John Prime
Cherie Nolan- A favorite wedding tune
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
The KFC bucket has chicken
It's so good I be finger lickin
O how I can only wish that there is a dish of breaded chicken
How I love KFC the taste the feeling in my tummy
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
hey hey ......breakdown
hey hey
the breakdown
aint a thing you can do
but breakdown
unto the truth
over an over again
boy....gotta breakdown
girl.....breakdown, too
lickin the boots of the government man
crawling neath the table of the corporate king
seein ya doin it makes me puke
break down the slave inside a you
breakdown the slave an know the truth
over an over again
hey hey......breakdown
hey hey
the breakdown
aint a thing that yoy can do
but break down
unto the truth
over and over agin
breakdown breakdown
breakdown breakdown
breakdown
you slave you
over an over again
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
****** and bass
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
**** that's why
I won't pursue her.
Love and the essence of life
don't get through to her.
She is an addict.
Running from life
and abusing ****
to get away from it.
So much beauty and potential
but he she wanna be a dumb *****
She wanna be that *****
or some *****
that gotta man that's rich
and follow the crowd.
Blowin loud.
Poopin xans
and sippin lean.
She ain't never seen
a trap but
She listens to Future
and shes stumblin.
Choppin it the **** up
and mumblin.
Lickin her lips and giggling
because my sub in the trunk
is tickling her pearl tongue
and both lungs.
We are both young
but that's no reason
to act so dumb
and walk around all numb.
When I kick her some philosophy
she doesn't care
all she can think about
is her on top of me.
All in her soul.
All in her face.
****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
The Promethazine King.
The codeine connoisseur.
You can't be a loser
if you wanna get
through to her.
She needs your dollar signs
and expensive ****
before you even see the ****
or a *** or an *** cheek.
She's fine as hell but
If you ask me
she ain't no Ashley
from Fresh Prince.
She's nasty.
Freaky and far from innocent.
She wants it blasted
in her face
until she can't see straight.
She wants the force from the back
till she feel it
in her stomach and her back.
She listens to Future
but I'm no codeine cowboy.
She's mistaken me for him
because I'm
as fresh as an altoid
and my eyes are as low as
the unemployment rate.
I set the bait
and there is the prey.
Now she is
all in my face.
****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
This poem is a Google Adwords ad,
Intruding into the sidebar of your heart.
It’s a 1-800-LAWYERS commercial
Making you money off your personal injury.
It’s a brutal, ****** UFC bout,
Weak in its ground game but knows its Jiu-Jitsu
And it’s got you on the mat, begging you to tap out.
This poem is *****
a SNAFU waiting to happen.
It’s the sarin gas Syria used against its own
And it’s the attack America will be responding with,
Using ****** to punish murderers.
This poem is a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken
Getting your finger-lickin’-good fingers nice and greasy.
This poem is yet another poet writing yet another poem about poems,
With the word poem repeated ad nauseum.
This poem is a bunch of awful band names,
Like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Tapes ‘n Tapes, and Chunk! No, Captain Chunk!.
It’s a summer blockbuster and a teen dystopian trilogy.
It’s riding *****
In your ex’s car.
This poem is anthropogenic global warming
Whose CO2 emissions are dangerously high and climbing
While its polar bears are stranded on the broken ice floes of its verses.
It’s a baseball crowd speaking the words “no hitter”
In the midst of a no-no
Which itself is a no-no.
Its bad grammar, who’s comma’s are all, out of place
And its’ apostrophe’s, are meaningless.
This poem is Zooey Deschanel,
Who will not marry me some day, any day, in the future.
In fact, it doesn’t even know I exist.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Lettuce is love, lettuce is life.
You walked up to McDonald's and ordered a mcdouble
I was behind you in line, looking for some trouble
I said, "excuse me sir, you know mcdoubles don't have lettuce, right?"
He said, "yes, but I can't eat lettuce at this time of night"
I was getting angry at this point, not gonna lie
I was like, "come on buddy give it a try"
He started backing away, a little intimidated
The farther away he went, the more I felt the hatred
How can he not want lettuce?
This dude's real close to getting fought
The cashier interrupted my thought
"I can get who's next in line"
I said, "cool, I'll take a McChicken, it's a bite of heaven
Actually I take that back, I want eleven"
You already know i didn't buy them for the chicken
I bought them for the lettuce, it's tasty finger lickin'
The cashier says "is that all I can get you tonight?"
I turned back to her said "naw, gimme a medium Sprite"
Got my drink and my McChickens, then tried find this guy to fight
He's at a table munching on his mcdouble by himself
I caught him looking enviously at my McChicken, lettuce spewing out health
I sat down at the booth beside him
Told him how I despise him
For not getting lettuce, how could one be so arrogant?
I threw a punch to his face hard enough to leave a dent
He yelled out in pain, tryna run away
The cashier notified me that the police were on their way
My fate was inevitable, but I did it for lettuce
It's been 3 years now, been locked up ever since
Lettuce makes me happier than ever, it's my only friend
My favorite thing in the world, nothing and no one can contend
Moral of this story: get lettuce on your sandwich,
Unless you wanna go to mcdonalds and end up with a bandage
I can finally conclude, after this long strife
Lettuce is love, lettuce is life.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
Driving around this valley of sheets
When I see a IHOP and realize
that a sudden hunger has come over me
They say Come Hungry, Leave Happy, and
with one glance at your buns, perfectly made
I realize that I have been staring far too long.
Like Taco Bell, I should Think Outside The Bun
But as I pass a Burger King I begin to wonder
how many possible ways there really are
to Have It Your Way, and as I lay you down
I smile at the thought of how wonderful the taste
of each one of your Baskin Robbins 31 Flavors will be.
While I start to undress you I pause, hesitant
With your smile and slow rhythmic breaths
a song bursts into my head with a just one tip
as if I'm at Cold Stone, and I think, just Let Yourself Go.
"Where to start?" I ask as I glance up at Subway
and I am reminded that I should always Eat Fresh.
I should go in slow, but I dive right in like a bucket of KFC
The scent of you, so enticing. The taste, Finger Lickin' Good
I'll savor every moment, and by the subtle McDonald's arches
that your back resembles, I'm Lovin' It and so are you.
I grab a handful at ******* and realize that this poem
is Delightfully Tacky, Yet Unrefined. Nonetheless,
I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are ready
Asking the same question that they ask at Wendy's
Where's The Beef?
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
You aren't big ****
'till you're on a stick,
not even legitimate
like gator, hotdogs, sausage and chicken.
A stick gets your mouth waterin'
and your tongue lickin'
you can get your veggies on a shish-kabob
and cotton candy handed to you at any sport
or circus,
we even got religious services about servin'
this person on a stick!
Wanna be famous? Get your wish
and put somethin' on a stick--
the get rich quick types stick 'em up their ***
while the rest of us gather
at fairs and carnivals to mindlessly laugh
at jugglers, clowns and ride circular rides.
All the while snackin' on somethin' on a stick.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
Minding our own
barely making it rhyme,
it's all coming out
there's dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time.
Nothing held back
I've got nothing to say,
let it roll off my shoulders
puts less your mind
and it's better that way.
(hum or sing chorus)
All I wanted
porch
swing
rhythm~
back
and
forth
with you, babe
All I needed
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you.
And isn't this nice?
you like hot tea on ice
thank you, yes, I can follow directions
so please don't think twice.
And isn't this great?
we can stay out real late
watching millions of sparkling stars
while you're lickin' that plate?
Bridge---( can you hear it?)
I said nothing at all
it's that horse in the stall
my foot fell asleep but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl.
Now the wind's in the trees
and your hand's on my knees
and the warmth of your breath on my neck
puts my tired mind at ease.
All I wanted
porch...
swing...
rhythm..
back...
and...
forth...
with you babe
All I needed
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you.
Minding our own
making it rhyme,
it's all coming out
and there's dust in the drought
but you rain comes in time...
Distracted, it's true
idle chatter won't do
Better nothing to say
put the music on play
and be quiet
with you.
All I wanted
porch...
swing...
rhythm..
back...
and...
forth...
with you babe
All I needed
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
Then took her by complete surprise;
Bursting forth into hysterics
I gazed into her glazed, mesmeric eyes
**My intention descending like nightmarish haze;
*Said **** that merit badge
Grandma ***** let the cat out the bag
I wanna play***
She's fixin for a lickin
And I'm dying to get a taste
That ***** glistening so listen
Preheat the oven don't need no glove
I've got an addiction
finna bore in
frictionless!
Instantly smitten,
Her face turned shades of crimson
when I finished with
"Lets play genital hide & seek -
You're it"
It's time to remit demented dementia baby
I'm not so easy to forget;
& I'm shots of splotchy red like syphilis
*Don't front like you won't give me the nookie
Girl urrbody had a crack at your world famous cookies
& I just can't keep my hand out the jar*
Tonight I'll wrestle a cougar with my bare hands
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Minding our own
making it rhyme,
it's all coming out
and there's dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time.
Nothing held back
I've got nothing to say,
let it roll off my shoulders
puts less your mind
and it's better that way.
All I wanted
porch
swing
rhythm~
back
and
forth
with you, babe
All I needed
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you.
And isn't this nice?
you like hot tea on ice
thank you, yes, I can follow directions
so please don't think twice.
And isn't this great?
we can stay out real late
watching millions of sparkling stars
while you're lickin' that plate?
I said nothing at all
it's that horse in the stall
my foot fell asleep but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl.
Now the wind's in the trees
and your hand's on my knees
and the warmth of your breath on my neck
puts my tired mind at ease.
All I wanted
porch...
swing...
rhythm..
back...
and...
forth...
with you babe
All I needed
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you.
Minding our own
making it rhyme,
it's all coming out
and there's dust in the drought
but you rain comes in time...
Distracted, it's true
idle chatter won't do
Better nothing to say
put the music on play
and be quiet
with you.
All I wanted
porch...
swing...
rhythm..
back...
and...
forth...
with you babe
All I needed
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Up early
Thinkin bout my girly
N her nice curls
How she was made for me
Like God knew how much
I like curves
With thighs like Mya
So good I think I might die
Eyes so lovely
I think I know why
Cuz they lookin at me
Like I'm someone or
Somebody
Got me feelin fire
Now I'm tryna beat
Like karate
I'm deep in thought
Bout bein on top
Her tellin me
To keep goin instead of stop
Wrappin her hands round my neck
Kissin n bitin me
Lips n teeth send electricity
And tingles that lighten me
She wanted compliments
Well these are free
Complimentary
I glimpsed ya legs last night
When you were shining that light
They looked lovely to me
Just how I like
I love ya smile when I can make it widen
But it's ya lips that make me stiffen
Thoughts of them kissin n lickin
Every muscle on my body
While those sweet fingers
Tapered to perfection
Slowly stroke and pull the choke on my ********
Face me or face away
Just so long as you came to play
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
Mr nasty nasty
Playground's hooded claw
All pervading presence
Impossible to ignore.
Easy target girl
Only child and sitting duck
Goldfish bowl kids on your side
You nasty little ****
Tireless decade quest
Bully extraordinnaire
Wicked witch Lookey likey
The Gardens were your laire.
Nasty bully *******
Playground to grave & beyond
Drop dead celebration
None stop sing along.
Skinny black toothed ******
One day you get a lickin
Returning the acid favour
Delighted you got a kickin.
Mr nasty nasty
Never be forgetting
Anxiety's dark beginnings
Teenage girl blood letting.
Grudge to another life
Curses to bequest
Burn in hell you *******
This one will never rest.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
It's a mental ******
Chase it
with some whiskey
wine and dine
on an alcoholic's appetite
A mental fight
It's wrong!
It's right!
My drink
A sanctuary
2 am and nothing means ****
I'm havin' a fit
Jim Beam, My main man
Kick with him
Catch it with nets I can
Worries disappear
With Captain's there's nothin' to fear
Can you hear
troubles fading away?
Problems that were
the rave of the day
No more
(No longer a do-right)
of what it's like to feel real
kneel at the uh-oh toilet
until upset subsides
All the pain of surprise
How can life be so unfair?
Do I care
anymore?
My loved ones turned to folklore
Bathe in the galore
of false realities
Am I me
or the person I chose to be?
After endless rounds of Jose Cuervo
Did I lose count? I count it
amongst my friends.
He's the only man
that's been there.
Are we square?
Tequila, my companion
of the day
Throw all your cares away
Hakuna Matata
what a wonderful stage
to come to
Kissin' the bottle
Lovin' the liquor
Runnin' down the throat
Tryin' to feel it quicker
Drunk and Happy
because life is a world away
Issues?
You don't need tissues
with beer as company
Lonely, doesn't mean a thing
and company is a closer fantasy
The smoke from a cigarette
the hit you can't quit
Bad habits
Carrots for rabbits
and *nothin' feels as **** good*
like ***** and nicotine
makes me lean and mean
ready for anything
Lickin' the sin off my chin
Party hardy
All fun with Bacardi
I can handle it
and down the rest of my ****
Until it's 11 a.m. the next day
late for work again
Maybe, I'm okay
It's meant to be, Eve
and her apple
Temptation's frustration
See? It's destiny
This poison and me
Crack, a poor man's coke
Jack, a poor girl's hope
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 5:45 AM UTC
“Dearest Degas,” she scrawled
script tipped and tainted by blood,
a reward only the most skilled of movement makers receive,
one she gives away all too freely.
“It’s times like these that make me think
I used to be a lot closer to God
and to you,
but the lines are blurring now
between you two
and I am burning now with memories
of the arch of your back echoed by brows
crested by beads of sweet sweat
raised higher still with finger-lickin’ lies
and lowered by our goodbyes.
They say my knees got lazy,
but I pray en pointe daily
at that battered barre,
my altar
closer to God than they’ve ever been.
And it’s His name I speak,
spoke
over us as we rolled in our sin.
‘Turn to God!’ they screamed
but you were always a better comforter than He.
And without you to give me form,
I will dance no more.”
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
A few years ago at some point in a day
I remember sitting on a bay
A bay that was a tank holding fish
So many fish that I wish I had not eaten from my dish
I’ve had my fair share of meat
And I wish that instead I had something made from wheat
I wish I had just ordered garlic bread
Instead of something that was already dead
Every year cows pigs and millions of others
Are taken to the slaughter away from their mothers
Away from their small cages and all that they’ve known
Away from their friends and what they call home
Every year pigs and cows
Are raised to have their necks broken like bows
Why does everyone just this occur
When harmless animals are sent to the slaughter
Why don’t people just go vegan
And help the animals that are gonna get eaten
We need to change from societies meat filled plate
And argue the toss put up a debate
Why don’t we just tell them what it is
Even if some people wanna take the ****
I am a vegan, that’s what it is
I am a vegan, and I am disgusted
I am disgusted that society thinks its okay to eat meat
Something that from birth only gets beat
So instead I eat food made from wheat shred
Because I don’t want to eat something that is already dead
Animal bodies are casted aside into meat pans and fryers
Advertised by KFCs top of the range liers
It is not finger lickin’ good
It’s something that should not have been murdered before its adulthood
Now some people think it’s okay to pay 15 quid
For something that makes me wanna cry and it’s fried squid
Now they might say “I only have it on occasion”
But that squid had a life, plus its Asian
Why not just let them be where they’re meant to next to China
Instead of eating them in some chain restaurant diner
All of these animals are meant to have different life styles
But all it says on the packet is turn on the oven and twist these dials
We need to change what society tells us to eat
And we need to stop eating meat
Because if we don’t change
Then society will stay deranged
I don’t care if you say “but Tom its free range”
Because if you eat meat you don’t use your brain
At least not to its’ full potential anyway
And I hope you at least think about this all day
Because I want you to change you ways
So don’t take the cows away from their grass
And do something other than sitting on your ****
Stop and Think
Before you pick up the milk to take a drink
Because these cows pigs and millions of others
Are raised to be slaughtered and are taken from their mothers
I’m sure if you had a daughter
You wouldn’t want her to be taken to the slaughter
Because these cows, pigs and millions of others
Just remember all of them had mothers.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
I gotta go to the store where on the corner stands a *****
She dresses kinda **** but her jeans are all tore
Prolly from the last time she was kneeling on the floor
**** it ima say hi cause im a little bored
Hey whatsup
Its just my luck
But before u duck
Can i get a ****
I dont wanna ****
Cause i only gotta buck
If i wasn't such a schmuck
Ud get stuck
As we ****
So we get back to my place
Undid her shirt made of lace
She takes off her ******* and tries to sit on my face
Whooaaaaaa Slof down lil lady this isn't a race
Me lickin' you down Hell No it ain't the case
Not the time nor the place
Maybe if your ***** was still an ace
But after all your work it's just a disgrace
Problem is ur a beautiful woman, a pussly like that is nothing to waste
On second thought, you know what, No ill pass on that taste
Are you on the pill?
You better be still
If not in the morning you'll be feeling real ill
Your sicker than that cause u might get a thrill
When you walk to the doctor and get them to ****
My future little boy i was gonna name Bill
I through about Will
But before I knew it he's laying real still
Now im starting to get angry get the **** outta my grill
or ill end up dumping pieces of ur body in the water mill
bury the rest on the other side of the hill
An eye for an eye and a **** for a ****
I dont want any drama
Especially from a baby mamma
Lemme breath for a minute at least gimme a comma,
Ok relax mother ****** or ima spell "cide" after "homa"
Lemme calm down before all this deli drama
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 11:27 AM UTC
Unsurprisingly, I'm numb.
I suppose it hasn't hit me;
Then again, I'm emotionally thrifty
When Death swings his scythe.
So many people weep and wail,
Their arms flailing
As they cry and rail
Against the All Powerful.
Yet, I am empty.
I've been to funerals aplenty,
And I'm indifferent.
Death is inevitable--it happens to us all.
For me, it means a feast of fried chicken
And lots of finger lickin'.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Minding our own
barely making it rhyme,
it's all coming out
there's dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time.
Nothing held back
I've got nothing to say,
let it roll off my shoulders
puts less your mind
and it's better that way.
And isn't this nice?
you like hot tea on ice
thank you, yes, I can follow directions
so please don't think twice.
And isn't this great?
we can stay out real late
watching millions of sparkling stars
while you're lickin' that plate?
I said nothing at all
it's that horse in the stall
my foot fell asleep but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl.
Now the wind's in the trees
and your hand's on my knees
and the warmth of your breath on my neck
puts my tired mind at ease.
All I wanted
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you babe
All I needed
porch
swing
rhythm
back
and
forth
with you.
Minding our own
barely making it rhyme,
it's all coming out
and there's dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time
Distracted, it's true
idle chatter won't do
Better nothing to say
put the music on play
and be quiet
with you.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
Snort repticalc and mashed up altoid
Have fun with some friends in God’s portwine stained forehead wrinkle
Imaginary time and poison thumb I like
Natalie rips some Earth nuts from soil
Ripping out the toxins and crackin it open with your her teeth
Clapping laughing and crackin nuts and cookin crumbs in pressure cooker
Bad dreams in your frozen water bed
Damp in the ceiling drip and trickle onto papas
bald spots, plastic mickey mouse cup collecting
ceiling leakage
peanuts and marmite froze over lickin frost
***** wrist grunk trash youre rubbing frolicly on the placid table
I cant believe the glass aint clean
Looking not out a window
But a piece of glass reflecting the city behind me
And my band fall out of place
When the old man sneezes
I get pushed aside because the marching band needs me to move and
Im only so talented
dead Chihuahua smell coming from the basement
a parallel universe where there’s one extra atom
with lana del rey on repeat
and jesus was a comic book character too
knuckles breathing fight stance
contraposto counter position backwards and
upside down rubber band army march
a thin breathing kettle with 0 durability
and a plastic bent tight so it’s white, pink, spotted
palamino dress and champagne skin
the damp gets to me
again again again
fingerless gloves for fingerless tom
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
Mom
I like how you care
for yourself in the pool, on the yoga mat, and with the occasional salad
for the earth every day, inside and out, turning down the thermostat and turning up the heat in your gardening game
You care for every human being, so you don’t care for violent TV
Or potentially violent computer conflicts such as…left click…or right click?
But those are times when you have to let me care for you
Because I owe you one, or two, for every every finger lickin’, clean plate worthy home cooked meal
And every sweatshirt you strongly encouraged me to tie around my waist because ‘it might get cold later!!’
I know you don’t care for sarcasm and mockery…sorry
Every day you just care for the life around you,
So breathe in through the nose,
Out through the mouth,
And today let life care for you.
I love you,
Ben
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Buddy guy boy man
Sitting all alone in his house
Lickin sweet candy
like a satiated mouse
Candy is a girl
Sweet like her name
She always seemed attracted
To the wrong kind of fame
Buddy boy man child
Sitting on the couch
He wants to be a wild child
But all he does is slouch
And he paints his walls red
With sounds in his head
miss candy in his bed
He's got 2 TV's
And a huge deep feeez
Where he keeps his heart
Right next to the pizza pops
Stranger than the danger
Of his self made prison
The prisom of his mind
Splitting all of his decisions
Candy couldn't take it
But she loved him anyway
So she faked it to break it
played him like a game
Kept on calling out his name
Man of the sloth
Watched Candy find a cross
But he looked the other way
While she left him at a loss
Heart sinking fast
Soul sinking low
As he fights against himself
His choices come and go
Now Looking out the window
With a fire in his eyes
He took a step outside
After dawning a disguise
Walking to and fro
He's a chilled out bro
Walking for the candy
That layed him so low
For oh so long
Now that the sweetness is gone
He's gotta try to find some fruit
Because the bitter is so strong
Juice it.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
I live to cook
Saute and fry
Google a recipe
To bake a flaky pie
Good soup from scratch
Baked stuffed chicken
Tasty and Succulent
My dishes-finger-lickin'!
To keep it fresh
I"m not just bitchin'
You know this gift from God
Needs The Replacement Kitchen
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
I don't think, I know
that I'm smarter than you
you think I'm weak
cause ya saw me lickin' my wounds
now you're prowlin the woods
lookin' for little miss not quite as good
but I got news for ya baby
I'm the big bag wolf
and I'm coming for you.
when you sleep, I'm out
feedin' the animal inside of me
you think I'm crazy
but you haven't seen **** sweet baby
no, I'm not howling for you
I'm devouring the innocent
to fill the hole you left
but I got news for ya baby
I'm the big bad wolf
and I'm coming for you.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 3:08 PM UTC
Some say the first was a chicken,
Some say an egg.
Since they are so finger lickin’,
I stand by those who say chicken.
Now a question I’m forced to beg.
A paradox in which we’re cursed:
If a chicken comes from an egg,
Then what came first?
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC