"looney" poems
They call it a 'Class War"
They call it a "War of Liberation"
whilst its just another instance of white oppression
Childish, immature, mean and nasty underachievers
like the kid on the beach who kicks over others sandcastle
because they are better than the ******* castle he made
Like that that uncool dumb teen who scatters the board game
because he's now seen that he is losing and cannot win at all
like those ugly pimpled friends who would play gooseberry
and cock-blockers because they can't get nice dates of their own
like that bitter mad one who will spill ink over your white top
or new Trainers because he or she has old and ***** ones
They are all from the world of the sicko psychos and damaged
talent-less mean, envious, sad pathetic people going nowhere
If I can't make it, why should others do and be winners
They all graduate to the divisive politics of the ****** losers
Power is stopping progress and advancement because they are down
Power is bringing achievers and enterprise down they can's gain
Power is sabotaging all that is good because they are bad in all
Measly fetid minds they plot and conspire in gangrenous network
dolts, scums, unwashed losers and rejects of society, bottom feeders
Come join the Party, our specialty is chaos and disruption of winners
The pathetic jokes of the white West, losers in their own backyards
picks on an African who came from disadvantages to better them
better educated, more intelligent, cool and stylish in every way
pack full of potential, going places they can never go or reach
Our sick, mean spirited under-achievers, expert losers and scums
crawled on the war-path, riddled with envy, sick with jealousy
ruin his progress, oppose and disrupt a black man who doubles
efforts to achieve, what if losers try is given to them on a plate
What here is done for the greater good, what here is honorable
celebrated victories for psychos, racist underachievers I think not
peoples power? more sick, tormented, jealous n envious chicanery
anarchy jealousy, anarchy shame, anarchy racists, anarchy liars
One Single Black achiever demonstrates the inherent strength
and grace of our all our Ancestors against sick, persistent white oppression. That's the story here.
If its a fair war, why hide and go underground, why fight *****
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
It's this type of imagery, attached with a dark memory
Me and you had the same chemistry
When you left you had to take a part of me
Like a piece of cake but no party please
Not to be rude, so please pardon me
My manners stay in order to support
Your last resort in this Runaway disorder
But, I'm fed up with this ******** now
Turned non supporter I will remain liberal
Cuz liberty is invisible, such a ****** tune
Your despicable, how ******* pitiful,
Something so close to mystical
Prove to be that practical, but not that magical
kind of classical ****
Give me something easy to remember like gifts from December
Though we're broke with no extra tender
and
if that's all she wrote
Please return to sender, here's something I can quote
Forgotten with a puff of that marijuana smoke
-V.v.V. Ds
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Women are always saying, why are there no good men out there anymore?
I say there are plenty of good men out there.
Good men with great qualities.
Might not look like Brad Pitt but strong enough to never quit.
You can't wait for a George Clooney you may go ******
You chose to go out on a date with that handsome man.
Who drives the fancy car and wears that fancy watch.
That handsome man wined you and dined you.
Took you back to his place where you ended up staying late.
You left in the early morning hour, heading home for a shower.
A few days have gone by, that handsome man never calls.
You're feeling sad and rejected, thats what handsome men do.
A good man would not have rejected you.
A good man who drives an old pickup truck.
Who worries when the rents do.
A good man working to make ends meet would sweep you off your feet.
Good men aren't hard to find.
Just open your eyes and you just might find.
That there are a few good men out there.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
You hear it all the time
Jesus died for our sins, isn't He great!
Yeh yeh, that's pretty amazing, thank goodness for that
But actually think about it
Just a regular person.... a person who feels physical pain, emotional pain
He let people make fun of Him for claiming to be, basically, magical
No matter how much He proved them wrong, He was still a fraud
Then after all He has done for them, He got nails stuck into Him
Just think about that for a second
He didn't just get cut with nails, they were stabbed through Him
Do you think He wasn't feeling some sort of hatred towards us?
Of course He was
But the point is, He was looking at something greater
He got nails stabbed through himself because He knew we were destined for greater things
He didn't want us to suffer like He had
He wanted us to be able to go and live with His Dad, who we love so dearly for creating this world and everything in it
Even though after all we've done against God, we clearly don't deserve to go and live with Him
We were given a second chance
Now you may just think, He chose to die and got made fun of, big deal
But that isn't it at all
He endured so much more
He went through His entire life being the outcast, being the ******
Everything that came out of His mouth was a lie
Well that's what everyone thought
And even when he physically showed proof, He was still looked down on
And then He goes to save all the people who did this to Him?
What a guy.
Granted, God sent Him down to earth to do this and it wasn't necessarily His idea, Jesus still agreed to do this, despite everything He had been through
He could've easily turned His back on His father and think about it, not sure how many people would agree to such a thing
But He still did it.
So next time you hear of Jesus and how He died for our sins
Don't think it's some old story that doesn't involve us at all
Because it actually does
When Jesus was hanging on a piece of wood with nails in His hands
He was doing it for every person who lived and was to be born
Not just the people who were watching, laughing at Him
He did it for everybody
He did it for you.
Jesus is the most selfless man in history and we should strive to act the way He acted and spoke the way He spoke and He should be our model
And we definitely need to remember everything He did for us :)
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
Casually caressing
the comedy of life
A child knows not
tragedy’s strife.
There is always another dream
toy or friend
for their fetal-esteem.
They spell their grammar
with candy and curiosity
while maintaining a history
in smile and laughter.
The heroism of Joe
the G.I.
and the beauty of a Barbie
are created impulsively and
fueled by imagination and apple juice.
A bike is not
a means of transportation
but rather
meant to be raced and jumped.
Scooby-Doo
and the ****** Tunes should
rule Saturday mornings
from their throne in the tube.
Monkey bars and playgrounds,
are not merely a facility
to upkeep physical activity.
Instead
it is a kingdom of escape
engineered by make-believe
funded by risk-taking
and motivated by the
eradication of the cootie-plagued
and ****** pickers.
Where did time go,
when these bones grew old
this brain grew dull
and these hands lost their callus?
The world is cruel
for the elder mind.
Yet, for our youthful kin,
Society does not exist
in coloring books
and world peace is only found
in imagination and apple juice.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Speaking is an art
words like paint
we smear and spread out our ideas onto canvas
If you paint too fast-
**** it
you might make a mistake
Did you know paint can expire?
you think come one, paint?
paint can't go bad!
then you try and use it and its separated and chunky
and boom
your whole piece is ruined.
Words can expire too.
did you know that?
phrases and metaphors age turn ugly and contaminating just like the paint
they might have been usable once, but now
you'd better get some new words.
Like, when referring to someone who uses a wheelchair
people don't say they're crippled.
because that word has expired!
The same way simpleton was used to
refer to someone with intellectual disabilities
was is the key word there.
please for the love of god don't call anyone a simpleton
Lunatic was once used to refer to people with psychiatric disabilities
don't say the teacher who gave you homework on a Friday is a lunatic!
******** was used to refer to people with intellectual disabilities
but now you should NOT call anyone or anything ********
because it is inappropriate and insulting
This isn't about taking away your words
it's about what you are taking away from people with disabilities
when you use language like that.
what you are stripping away from people
when you decide to use a word like
*******
gimp
deformed
disfigured
Freak
insane
lame
******
*****
spaz
stupid
whacko
Knock it off!
when you decide to use those words
it takes away from anyone who has a disability
or anyone who every will.
Use a different word
use swear words
find a thesaurus.
Get some new **** paint
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
All I can remember is that time in Wal-Mart
when your older sister came to me and asked:
“Is it true that Payton went to the ****** bin?”
I wonder where she heard that lie and how many
more were threaded among Honesdale locals,
weaved into their perceptions of my family--
their shoulders betrayed them when they turned
away as if we were the diseased ones rotting
inside-out--maybe we were, in a way--but at least
swallowing all this salt healed our wounds
faster than your actions would fade from memory.
I punched you the day I found out even as you
scoffed, laughed, you hadn’t ever taken me seriously.
At 17, I had learned not many people would--but
my revenge came after I moved three hours south,
when your father died of cancer, your best friend
crashed your mother’s car, your sister fled
all the way to England to escape the mistakes
eating at her shadow, and I got out of our hellish
town. You became rooted among manure, ***
holes too deep to outgrow--I’m sure you’re choking
on worms by now. And when I finally reach
the lofty sky, I’ll hold the sun between green hands.
I’ll hide its light and warmth from you.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Crashing off caffeine.
My body's in a wet dream.
Spazzing,
orgasmically
twitching as I'm switching
up the rhyme scheme
with a little bad timing.
I'm spacey like Kevin.
I get **** like Mooney.
Looney-toony in the boonies
gettin lucky like Slevin.
Super nerdy like Melvins.
Getting heated in Kelvins.
In a spectrum
I'm extreme
like 1000 baby screams
or something obscene
like genocidal regimes
dumping bodies downstream
with severed heads in their ******
I'm darker than my complexion.
Come in! Your more than welcome.
Just let me wipe the slate clean.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
i wrote a letter on a napkin,
Left it in the break room for all to see,
Butterflys & dragon wings,
Dented brains,
Zombies are lame,
Apostolic Atmosphere,
Coke pancakes,
Canadian convos,
Metaphorically you're a drawr in reverse,
I'm not ****** just lonely.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
People ask me why I always write disgusting sexually explicit poetry
well the truth is
after being carted off to the ****** bin repeatedly
for fertilizing eggs at the supermarket
i realized my true calling
was to scream out fuzzy wuzzy in public
as i fertilized everything insight
i guess i just have an egg fetish
and like babies
i decided to learn everything i could about the subject
so for those who may read my stuff and
find it's flavor not to their taste
like my new poetic extravaganza yet to be published
" if aint painal it aint ****
please forgive and understand
this is simply the thing I know the most about
and feel obsessively compelled
to share it through my poetry
yes
you guessed it
i'm one of the worlds leading sexperts
and hold a
PHD
from
Copulation University
in
INTERNATIONAL CLITERATURE
after years of in depth hands on research
courses in clitanomics, clitologic
social and clitural humanities
the great take away is this
"shove it
where you love it"
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
What's the sun without the moon?
A bowl without a spoon?
A caterpillar without it's cocoon? A king without a tomb?
A song without a tune?
A fetus without a womb?
A bride without a groom?
Proteus without Neptune?
****** without the tunes?
A house without any rooms?What's a flower that never blooms?
It's I absent of U.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
Life was never easy for me.
Away from mommy and daddy I grew almost alone,
but then you came to live with us, and everything got worse.
You said mean things to us, specially to me.
You nagged about it all, night and day.
Did we ever do anything right?
You told me I was worthless,
never loved,
just a burden to all of you.
You laughed about these scars.
Did I ever tell you it was you who caused them? Wait... I did!
You called me crazy, a ****** mentally deranged.
Do you understand what depression is? I do now.
During these years my hatred towards you grew and grew.
It got so big I couldn't take it anymore.
I plotted your death many times in my head.
Should I push you down the hill, or should I give you a lethal dose of drugs?
We would all be happy then.
But now you are gone... dead.
No! It wasn't me who killed you. It was nature... a natural death.
I suddenly feel like ****
Killing you in my head. Wishing your death just to find myself missing you when you were gone.
I can't bear to think that you died thinking (knowing) I hated you.
I don't hate you anymore.
I guess I grew up. I guess my feelings were wrong.
I miss you.
I wish I could have a few last words with you, but it's too late.
*I ****** up.*
Now all I can do is be strong (for you).
I know you're in a better place, and I shall be happy for you.
I guess, after all, there's no place for hate in this heart.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
Nervous Breakdown
Thanks to everyone who has been so kind,
thanks to all my friends but now I find,
my mental state is way out of whack,
its a real good thing I d ont smoke crack
but my head is ******* feeling like lost,
maybe I'm make believe like Jack Frost,
cause the real world is becoming to much,
feeling like I'm completely out of touch
I hear music and it brings me tears,
these sweet sweet sounds, rolling thru my ears,
I reach out to touch and I reach to far,
thinking like I'm really some big rock star
and though they are polite, and mostly kind,
I know they think, I have lost my mind,
I'm searching too hard, to find someone,
I reach out to touch, and then they run
so it's appearently time, for the ****** bin,
maybe just one more glass of dry gin,
I'd put on my pants and head out to town,
but I think Im busy, having a nervous breakdown
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:31 PM UTC
Now
I posted a poem or two
which grabbed the eyes
of a dozen or so
like glue;
but now I’d like someone to tell me
what I should do
1
I mean,
I got a few followers, right…
*“Latenight ****** started following you”*
said the notice from the website;
and: “ Moonface at Window started following you”
but I got no comments from the followers
so I have no idea what sort of people they are -
and now, hey, I’m so afraid of all these followers
(these Moonies and Loonies)
I constantly look back over my shoulders
to see if they are following me
And everywhere I go
every other person looks so sus
and when I’m out
(wont to water more often, as it happens at my age)
I visit public toilets (McDonald’s is often cleanest)
and I get this feeling
(deep down in me)
my followers are hiding
in the ceiling
watching me
dadadidado –
But please, O don’t look down on me!
And the rest of you decent people -
will you please tell me what to dadadidado?
2
And look,
I got all these likes -
which is good, right?
“Pimply Whanker liked this”
***** TouchBottom liked this”*
is all it says
And don’t you hate it
when they don’t leave a comment? –
And now, I’ll never know
what it is they liked…
Can someone fix me right -
what should I dadadidado??
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
Crazy
Enraged
Vicious
Disgruntled
Murderous
******
Insane
......................
GUESS WHO?
Its the mailman
BOOM!
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:55 PM UTC
Am I the only one that grew up watching ****** tunes?
I loved those animals much more than the ones in the zoo
Daffy, Bugs, porky, and Elmer Fudd,
got me laughing as a kid, even when I was in a rut.
But my favorite toon, if you couldn't guess
was Wile E. Coyote, and Roadrunner, They to me were the best
Would He ever catch his prey? as a kid I only fashioned a guess
with each and every failed trap, showing the Roadrunner was blessed.
Now to use these two metaphorically
I'll be Wiley, and Roadrunner would be
amour, you see.
Now in every episode I keep trying to pin it down
but just like Wiley, I get blown up, flattened, or otherwise hurt while it roams around
maybe it's fate
or a strange genetic trait
all I know is sometimes living in a cartoon *****
WATCH OUT OF THAT TRU POW!!!!!!!
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
Gin and tonic please
Gin and tonic please
I just want to bathe in it
She gets hypnotic
At the bar
Away from the
Bar
Actually,
IN the bar,
Just mindlessly staring at
The shapes of a woman sitting on the wood
En
Stool
I can feel it now
like a ****** toons character, getting hit really hard
The little stars circulating my head...
There’s stars in my eyes, a glow of the iris and a pupil that looks like a freshly polished shoe
I know how I look when I’m drunk okay?
Do you?
I know how I look when I’m drunk, okay?
Do you?
Do you ever look in the mirror?
Do you see your subconscious suddenly rise out of you?
Like a magic trick
Like a witch being summoned,
Accidentally
Because a naive ****** lit
The wrong candle
Sorry I’m off topic now, I can barely focus
But I love hocus pocus
The idea of three sisters being reunited
In the midst of a beautiful ,crisp, purple, nocturnal place
On Halloween....
Do you see your conscious slipping deeper into you though?
Do you?
So now your subconscious is your conscious
The thoughts we could control end up tying us up
Wrapping our mind around everything
A little too tight
Don’t you think?
And sometimes when your conscious is sleeping....
It’s the best feeling, yet at the same time so unnerving, just the worst.
Your sloppy, standing on a slippery slope
Sloppy slope
Lost in sudden, intoxicated hope
But your cheeks are burning
And your hearts on fire
Yearning
You have a sense of clarity
And freedom,
You think you do, at least.
Now I lose control, I knock over a shot glass
And it splashes on her lap
She licks her lips
I don’t like girls.
I start crying because I think of people and diseases.
I don’t like girls.
My eyes well up with tears and she says you look like a ******* baby.
You’re sad and your beautiful.
And your cheeks, so soft and full.
I don’t like girls.
Her lips lock mine
So lightly like a piece of pollen falling in your hair
I could barely feel it
Yet my body responded so swiftly
Gin and tonic
Gin and tonic
As she pours hypnotic
I don’t like girls
But what’s anyone going to do
Without the soft cradling touch of a lady
Who can hold you to her *****
Keep you close like Allie and Noah in the canoe
Let you rest like a cat cradled up unto a crescent moon
And give you the comfort and the freedom to feel peace
Like
A gin and tonic
Gin and tonic
Beautiful, strong women
So hypnotic.
Sindi Kafazi
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Well sir !
Today we have, the usual, suicidal ****** paranoid drug addicts, skitzophrenic ******* that'll slice your neck open in a split second.
All the things you'd find in a mental institution.
Theres no place like home !
Walking these halls in my robe, and slippers.
You see darling, im not insane, they just think i am because well, im all of the above, ahahaha.
I didnt mean to **** that boy.
But ! He did say he loved me.
Who the **** would say that.
Filthy little liars.
He made it so ******* easy though.
But i did mean to **** him.
I didnt.
I did.
I didnt.
I did.
YOU'LL NEVER ******* KNOW.
There was this one day, they locked me up so tight, it left bruises on my ****** skin.
Oh **** !
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
Do you hear that ?
What did the second one say ?
Well **** you too Elvis !
He wishes.
Ah, ****
Scars are showing again.
Oooh,theres a mirror in this room.
smash.
''Nurse !, Lunas done it again !''
****** Luna they called me in school.
But i killed them too.
Anyway, i sat there with a broken piece of mirror in my hands and carved pretty little pictures into myself.
But, i needed stitches.
Yay the doctor !
He makes me feel good, inside.
Probably because he ***** me so hard it leaves me pleasure until the next time i break a mirror.
He's older.
42 to be exact.
Im 15.
Isnt it cute.
His wife doesnt know.
Or his daughter, i went to school with that dog.
She was the first one i got rid of.
Cheerio.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Not complaining, it's just all these god forsaken *** semon demons, suckling sucubus
Take my animal, then sell the stock, it's high treason
Contraptions arachnid, stick it to me ****** and shmozy.
Lady, shady, it fades me. But by all means phase me like ******* wild eyed vixens, oops who's slipping missy.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection*
What you are about to read will shock you. Some may find it extremely disturbing. I will tell you from the outset, also, that i am quite "insane". According to the psychiatrists "Schizo-Affective". Manic-Depressive with Paranoid features.
I will freely admit that what you will read here will sound crazy. But please read on. It may be horrifying. It may be weird. It may seem extremely paranoid. But it still interests.
It is my desperate hope that you will read. And believe me. For, my "diagnosis" notwithstanding, I am as sane as the next "normal" person. *I AM NOT A LUNATIC!* What you are about to read really happened. *To ME*. It has plot twisting tension that could be put to the credit of Alfred Hitchcock. And a psychological horror that Steven King could emulate. How could I compare my writing to the genius of those great & talented men? I don't. Because, dear readers, I did not conceive of it. It was done to me. I merely convey the technology and techniques used to make any "normal person" appear a ****** Toon of 50 mile high proportions! It exists. And it is excruciatingly painful to be the subject of it.
So why would a girl from a comparatively small city, with no seeming accomplishments to commend her, and is actually quite unimportant, be the subject of such hateful torment? *What has she done?* I will convey ALL of the reasons. I did play a part in it. I had a tri-fold lawsuit against a once-high-profile video dating club, who wanted to prevent litigation by thoroughly discrediting me. And I had a very virulent and hateful foe...
The "Church" of SCIENTOLOGY.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
At first I was falling,
Stuck in a whorlwind,
Stragiht for the ****** bin.
Twisting, turning,
Tumbling through-
Then I found you.
You held me firm,
And helped me stand.
Now I know me.
Here I am.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
Tell em:
You look too funny with yer hair like that
You look like a Fabio-woman; isn’t it grand?
You look like a hippie with your finger in yer crack
You look like my aunt with a whistle in her stack.
Tell em:
Your hair looks like I could hang you from a porch
And if you turned right around, I thought you me sister
Go sit on a piano to be painted like a girl
You look so cheesy I just might hurl.
Tell em:
You might've run away from a pair of scissors
You tryin' to be a princess or something?
You give me a fright when we look your way
Cause you might as well dance in drag today.
I'LL TELL EM:
I don't care whether I got distance on my head
You never did anything to stand out on your own.
So let me be just being so high in the sky
Being a long-haired ****** 'til the day I die.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC