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Jordan Hudson Jul 2019
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
Polished and clean
Better then it seems
Got the white paint
Limo tint
You can't
See inside
Up in my ride
I can hide
In my ride
Maserati so fine
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
Maserati
Sedan
I can
Flex on haters
Waiters, dream seekers
Follow me to the end
And we will reach goals
Beat dreams
As a team
Let's go
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
Polished and clean
Better then it seems
Got the white paint
Limo tint
You can't
See inside
Up in my ride
I can hide
In my ride
Maserati so fine
I be rolling in my ride
My Maserati so fine
All polished and white
Maserati so fine
Maserati my ride
Driving in the night
Let's go for a ride
In my Maserati so fine
almat011 Mar 2019
Me pulls to you ..... so strongly attracted to you
color of your skin so ****, ******, and very attractive and beautiful
In my opinion you are the most beautiful in the all universe space, measurement, worlds
My compliments, the truth, and no there is no flattery. In my opinion, this is how looks the most beautiful girl in the world. You are a very beautiful girl. You're a very **** girl. You are perfect. You are a masterpiece. You phenomenon of beauty that can not be repeated. So juicy, so exotic. It seems to me that you have an amazing beauty. You are the most beautiful in the universe all the dimensions of all worlds, you are a supreme being supreme creation, the crown of evolution. You're beautiful melody of love. You are so beautiful, just magic.
You to the point attractive ****. What you want to do countless times having ***.
I only dream if only one your kisses that blossom my soul. And from the touch of your hands on my body, and your lustful-touch for my private parts. I only dream to merge with you forever, body and soul, I only dream of an eternal, continuous *** only with you alone. I only know one thing, that I will forever love only you
Only at your most beautiful, stripped the body, you want to watch and view forever.

Every cell and molecule of my body and my soul is overwhelmed with love only for you. I long to be your beloved husband for all eternity and all lives, and even after death

Do you desire, you are perfect. Soup-navel **** genius. Do you like the sound of "the sound of a roaring engine ****** smart cars": VUM) VUM) vuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmm) You paradise, you're mens happinesse. Easy, clean, gentle, heavenly delight. You dream of a lifetime. You're pretty unrealistic. On even to the extent to which she can be beautiful, it's just unbelievable. You are the best gift of fate. Before your powerful ****** charm simply irresistible. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole universe. It's a great, great. You luxurious gem. This delicate pearl skin, you sample the true human beauty and femininity. All the other girls compared to you quite simply uy) uy) uy) uy) uy), believe me you are very vip **** girl. Most also come up on the throne of honor honored the goddess, the great pedestal. Majestic music sounds, so subtly and sensitively praising your beauty for you. In your arms a man feels in the higher realms of pleasure. **** regal lioness. Graceful affectionately snarling tigress. Puff) bang) bang) bang) bang) mega glue your beauty kills all competitors by felling. Amazingly beautiful. Sultry, cool and ****-Mego. You are elite, you're a lux, you extra class Your beauty captivates the hearts of men. The queen of all men, divinely beautiful, majestic lady. **** kitten. Mens ******* myself in the pants, with excitement at the sight of you. My heart you certainly won. Imagine that you are on the sandy planet, and every speck of gold pure gold, these grains of sand, the golden thoughts about you and only about you. You stunned, and I from you noodle. You just incredible girl, unbelievable. You're a *** symbol. You is Brand, (dreaming about you) cool, greattbl, superebl. You're like a beautiful peacock, revealing to the people the infinite perfection of their external and internal beauty. Words gently kiss and hug. The outline playful. Queen of ardent passion, so a bit awe velvet body. You idol of femininity and nature ... anywhere in the world to find such a beautiful sight as yours, which is just crazy, captivating with their enchantments of love, and you can not escape from the past and it is impossible to pass, look pierces the tenderness of their feelings.
you thermonuclear *** bomb you lux extra class.
Your passionate gaze iceberg melt. A look of love, perfect beauty. You are an incredibly beautiful girl, you're a mega-explosion of a nuclear bomb.  Boooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmm), a brain explosion, demolition of all its rivals mega wave. Sweet, sweet as honey. You're sweeter than any candy. You have the talent to charm the guys for their beauty. Your beautiful image of a gentle heart overflows with love for you. Goddess of all men. You are the most gentle in the world. You are wonderful. You as a model in these photos. Original and stylish. Pretty number one in the world. You like to radiate special energy of love and pulling for you. With you all the time you want to be, always and forever. With no one way can not be as good as you. You are infinitely deep and beautiful as the universe itself. Because it is simply not possible. After all, you're stylish, cool, cool. As you have all that is in the ideal image of a woman. Fantastically beautiful. Moon Flower, gently shimmering in the sunlight. How beautiful are your eyes, like a mermaid I want to plunge back to see you sitting on his throne, beautiful creature mermaid her voice beckons you, only your arms, I shall find eternal rest. Awesome adhesive modest. I can not believe my own eyes, how beautiful you are.  you like cream with chocolate .... same tender .... sweet ...... "Your charm charms as analgesia. Do you use it perfectly. Beautiful eyes look like hypnosis. Such a nice warm look. Concealing in itself a treasure of delicate beauty. Infinite height. from that soars from the love of you soul. I like your figure beautiful nymph ... I conquered your soft intriguing, mysterious look ... marvelous sweet charm tempts and drags a.
You are my sweet dream.
I give myself to you forever.
Your loyalty and sincere love.
That's all I want.
You only one I ever want.
You are my love, my fondest wish.
Your photo makes me so *****
I wait from you of reciprocity and understanding.
My word is my tongue that gently caresses your skin and soul.
Gentle and sweet flesh of thy nothing in this universe is not.
Hot passion of your reality in this I do not find.
My words and my eyes tell you only one thing.
The best you never find.
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Take my word, because it's all true, and I sincerely hope that you give me at least not much pleased. Chorus: "You're **** Bugatti, Maserati best, fastest Ferrari, Pagani elegant. You stylish Bentley, luxury lambordizhni, royal Rolls Royce, wonderful noise voice, only for a cool boys ", voo tyzh) bad, whip. Your extraterrestrial beauty in a nutshell is this: "beautiful and saucily". And I long to see your gentle green light. abruptly, clearly, accurately, rarely smooth, sweet, stylish, strong, powerful, precise, transcripts, honorable. When you're near everything it is not important, so slow and so pointless. Great, great, grand girl yooo) Great, great, grand girl yooo) Great, great, grand girl yooo) ...... Yop) Thank you exist, let sit next to you, take my word for all this is not flattery, be your this is such a great honor, but this is a boon to any man, veeeest) Because you are the most cherished love and the dream of every man. Oooo) Olya-la-la **** figure in this world only you. 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Luxury queen of all parties and catwalks, you unattainable pinnacle, all societies, beeeem) cupid shot of powerful magnum, oooo) complete demolition of all reason, can not hear anything except for you, and now can be seen, only you feel now just you and I I think that I was created just for you. Thank you, thank you, that drew on this as I am. For you, this is only for you, but it's all for you, all for you. I suffer, expect all the time I love you. You're the most desirable woman in the world. Epic, lyric, simpotichnaya) You're beautiful in everything in this world, only you're beautiful. You are endowed with charismatic energy inexplicably beautiful charm ... .ihi) ...... Mochi-mochi-mochi, manenko, manenko, manenko such mainka, mainka, krasotulechka, slyadkaya-slyadkaya girl Lapushka, adorable, cutie, baby, cute flower, candy, umnichka, bird, swallow, Rybonka, kitten, sun-golden-favorite-of-the-most-expensive, good-natured as fluffy hare .................. 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So serene, so peaceful and quiet, static, nice and smooth, their places of origin is not in the universe, the soul like a light cloud in the sky hovering, always remembers you, you my love gives. The rays of your love life shines gently nurtures and warms, under your angel wings minds gradually falls asleep. A truly happy life does not happen without you. Next to you, my soul is in heaven remains, and only you, only one truly trusts. Your personality is loud, cool, beautiful, unique. Loud) loud) loud) You're a valuable copy of human beauty tadts-tadts-tadts) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) uooo) uooo) uooo) tadts-tadts-tadts) tadts-tat) tadts-tat) tadts -tat) uooo) uooo) uooo) oooooo) you higher hooooootest bella mamasita, so moschnobl) with you all the time you want to be srochnobl) tochnobl) you're so cute, I love devotedly, furiously and fanatically. All zabyvaetsya around when you're around, captivated by your unique gentle gaze. 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Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Mike Hauser Mar 2015
You may find this hard to believe
But I just saw a monkey
Drive by me doing eighty
In a Maserati

Eating rainbow ice cream
In a cone from Dairy Queen
I don't mean to sound mean
But should a monkey be eating ice cream

Just then I saw a cat
Right before he went splat
Jaywalking will often do that
And that my friend is straight up fact

The monkey swerved to avoid him
That's when he lost control and
Into a brick wall he slammed
As the ice cream went a flying

Since a cat has nine lives
He came to quite surprised
As Keith Richards does most nights
The ice cream landed just right

The monkey's now in heaven
The cat is ice cream licking
The Maserati is a has been
So I guess this must be the end
Robin Carretti Aug 2018
Hearts another beat a second
A+ made the grade rare meat
Why is everything told to
us in a heartbeat
This is getting way too sweet
"Lips took Beeswax" bittersweet

Someone got stung B-
Strong sound muffler
Joyride Owl Hoot clever
Sweet and sourpuss
honey babe

Her mustard lips of custard
Hot temperature rising
The spicy lady opening
up new horizon gate

Too many sad rides
empty plates last joyride
Gas empty blame the county
Why did we call this joyride
without knowing
your fate

The others are more noticed
Fashionably they came late
Dine and the Wine joyride
romanced money upfront
advanced

Lips like jewels left their stale
You were the chosen one taken
for a ride from
a crooked male

Like bushel big loot basket
Rock the Kasbah rocket
Golden joyride ticket the
pickpocket
Getting away with ******
****** lips in the gasket

The joyride so beat looked
disheveled new love
unraveled
So messy but **** neat
looking, Lexus,
She looks mighty fine like
Venus, I beg you to zoom

And the love after all the treats
Sherlocked in his room
The devil made me do it
All flushed and deep red
Hearing his joyride of beats
What was really going
through her head
Hard rock ambient
painter deviant

The holiday like racing hot rod
Harvest Halloween of a joyride
Two peas in dark maze pod
Igniting a hot fire
Her lips need to decide
Who was underneath the
fumes of his fire

The coffee taste accelerating
Do we feel the pulsing beat
What a high anxiety peak
High intense flavor
You waiting for his joyride
Christmas and Hannukah
Tree to decide that's easier
But wait for true love above all
the gifts to deliver
Like bedrock meeting
Monster ride plant-eating Bug
More slugs my chinch
Inchworm of books at Joyride
College Dorm horn alarm
Manifestation enjoying
her joyride
What a conniver
Greece with my niece
vacation
Basil New rival tea
Pomegranate Cherry-bomb
Blonde Bombshell
Culture novelty joyride
Ring my servant bell
Met their sanity tomb

Her hand's dainty they shine
and sparkle
Her lips know how to jingle
Arace for hearts of stories
and memories
Always the death hand takes
a ride to the winding road of
the cemeteries
Just stay for the moment
think about the
Joyride forth of July
Our firecrackers went off at
the same time
Brie cheese favorite time
English tea and crackers
Like two lips sublime read
her diaries in his designer dockers

Going to the end of the earth lips
light up New York City galleries

Needing the fresh corner
Sunset taking lowrider Boulevard
Hollywood Oh! No world
Wildly satanic or the carefree type
Her joy smile he's sold on skype
Benevolent triad remembering
The mad magazine
MLM Maserati longevity Master
Of the joyride gun blaster
"Lips build like a Pyramid"
Becoming irresistible
Not to humble

Lips race Joyride to gamble
Nothing weakens to crumble
Baking a crumb cake its
doable stays together but
things unnamed not like
a marriage

We get blamed joyride
got damaged
We become gullible
What becomes of the broken heart
someone isn't reliable
Lips are not responsible
Leadership has you cornered  
To stumble upon her lips
Rendered steamboat surrender
How he tumbles
Mr. Grey Poupon Mustard seed
He plants her like his
only joyride
In need
We are all Jupiter the moon
joy to the world
All the boys and girls being
taken for joyrides

The Beach boy's video games
Spy lips whose to blame
Phillip screwdriver
But they take a ride
All you could pick a hot buffet
feasting she is still wearing
hot lipstick
Men have their choice of
they're next
Joyride Bride about the money
Wall-Street cars of hobbies
investing
Yeah right?
Lips take a joyride can we all please take a moment lets decide what we will do.
Is it really up to you for the road always him light that fire trim lips glow joyride fires out you tell the world what it is all about?
Fred Wakefield Oct 2012
Walked out on it all, mid-life crisis taken hold,
Done nothing but work, pay tax, time to be bold.
Dyed hair, had an affair, went clubbing once more,
Tried *** in a Maserati but got it caught in the door.
Didn’t think it through.

Did all but one thing on my bucket list,
Travelled, explored and got endlessly ******.
No happier, alone, one half of a whole,
Ruined it all by having no self-control.
Didn’t think it through.

Revenge on her mind she accepted me back,
Wife threatened me with “back, sack and crack”,
Totally livid, intent on harmful litigation,
In the end made me pay for her breast augmentation.
She didn’t think it through.
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
Basically an apprication poem from what life truly has to offer.
Samora Aug 2021
Hottie Tottie Maserati
Got the whole world feeling naughty,
Everybody’s true colors showing off of me like painted bodies.

What renders me is my soul,
That blows off hot and cold,
Keeps me crisp in the winter time and keeps away from feeling dull.

Smashing, I’m unfazed,
Dashing, I’m unclaimed,
Lonely sorrows that hunts this real world turns my dreams into castaways.

Now I’m all alone,
On this island I call home,
I’d rather stay here than lift my mask for others who really never ever plays fair.

As I wake with beaded eyes,
Slumbered in with my bedded head,
Like I’ve been asleep for 5 whole years and seem to have woken up until 10.

Surprised to see my own reflection,
Bathing in the sunlights perfection,
where half of the shade hits my face making my eyes glisten in the light that turns my eyes golden.

I’m off to explore more, dear heavens galore,
As I lock and shut this door that separates me from my comfort zone where I’m usually stored.

Since I’m free I’ll go out and take a look see,
Take a walk out and enjoy me,
As I eat alone seeing faces unknown I catch a cute face gander my way wondering if I should say hi and let him into my scenery.

Instead of letting him getting to know me I’d rather get to know a little about me,
Went to go see a movie and of course I was pleased,
In my own skin where everyone can barely see that I was clearly enjoying my time alone knowing I can be.

But know this,
I still hold a flame that everyone refuses to see underneath,
That I’d rather not let loose,
Now won’t that be a breathe.

As I call it a day waiting for tomorrow to come and bathe me away,
My eyes fall heavily wanting me to sleep,
As I do I recall upon my memories and entered into a really deep sleep knowing in the next couple of weeks it’ll feel like a brand new me but the same Maserati.
judy smith Mar 2016
Detective stories have been making a splash on European screens for the past decade. Some attract top-notch directors, actors and script writers. They are far superior to anything that appears over here -- whether on TV or from Hollywood. Part of the impetus has come from the remarkable Italian series Montelbano, the name of a Sicilian commissario in Ragusa (Vigata)who was first featured in the skillfully crafted novellas of Andrea Camilleri.

Italians remain in the forefront of the genre as Montelbano was followed by similar high class productions set in Bologna, Ferrara, Turino, Milano, Palermo and Roma. A few are placed in evocative historical context. The French follow close behind with a rich variety of series ranging from a revived Maigret circa 2004(Bruno Cremer) and Frank Riva (Alain Delon) to the gritty Blood On The Docks (Le Havre) and the refined dramatizations of other Simenon tales. Others have jumped in: Austria, Germany (several) and all the Scandinavians. The former, Anatomy of Evil, offers us a dark yet riveting set of mysteries featuring a taciturn middle-aged police psychiatrist. Germany'sgem, Homicide Unit -- Istanbul, has a cast of talented Turkish Germans who speak German in a vividly portrayed contemporary Istanbul. Shows from the last mentioned region tend to be dreary and the characters uni-dimensional, so will receive short shrift in these comments.

Most striking to an American viewer are the strange mores and customs of the local protagonists compared to their counterparts over here. So are the physical traits as well as the social contexts. Here are a few immediately noteworthy examples. Tattoos and ****** hardware are strangely absent -- even among the bad guys. Green or orange hair is equally out of sight. The former, I guess, are disfiguring. The latter types are too crude for the sophisticated plots. European salons also seem unable to produce that commonplace style of artificial blond hair parted by a conspicuous streak of dark brown roots so favored by news anchors, talk show howlers and other female luminaries. Jeans, of course, are universal -- and usually filled in comely fashion. It's what people do in them (or out of them) that stands out.

First, almost no workout routines -- or animated talk about them. Nautilus? Nordic Track? Yoga pants? From roughly 50 programs, I can recall only one, in fact -- a rather humorous scene in an Istanbul health club that doubles as a drug depot. There is a bit of jogging, just a bit -- none in Italy. The Italians do do some swimming (Montalbano) and are pictured hauling cases of wine up steep cellar stairs with uncanny frequency. Kale appears nowhere on the menu; and vegan or gluten are words unspoken. Speaking of food, almost all of these characters actually sit down to eat lunch, albeit the main protagonist tends to lose an appetite when on the heels of a particularly elusive villain. Oblique references to cholesterol levels occur on but two occasions. Those omnipresent little containers of yoghurt are considered unworthy of camera time.

A few other features of contemporary American life are missing from the dialogue. I cannot recall the word "consultant' being uttered once. In the face of this amazing reality, one can only wonder how ****-kid 21 year old graduates from elite European universities manage to get that first critical foothold on the ladder of financial excess. Something else is lacking in the organizational culture of police departments, high-powered real estate operations, environmental NGOs or law firms: formal evaluations. In those retro environments, it all turns on long-standing personal ties, budgetary appropriations and actual accomplishment -- not graded memo writing skills. Moreover, the abrupt firing of professionals is a surprising rarity. No wonder Europe is lagging so far behind in the league table of billionaires produced annually and on-the-job suicides

Then, there is that staple of all American conversation -- real estate prices. They crop up very rarely -- and then only when retirement is the subject. Admittedly, that is a pretty boring subject for a tense crime drama -- however compelling it is for academics, investors, lawyers and doctors over here. Still, it fits a pattern.

None of the main characters devotes time to soliciting offers from other institutions -- be they universities, elite police units in a different city, insurance companies, banks, or architectural firms. They are peculiarly rooted where they are. In the U.S., professionals are constantly on the look-out for some prospective employer who will make them an attractive offer. That offer is then taken to their current institution along with the demand that it be matched or they'll be packing their bags. Most of the time, it makes little difference if that "offer" is from College Station, Texas or La Jolla, California. That doesn't occur in the programs that I've viewed. No one is driven to abandon colleagues, friends, a comfortable home and favorite restaurants for the hope of upward mobility. What a touching, if archaic way of viewing life.

The pedigree of actors help make all this credible. For example, the classiest female leads are a "Turk" (Idil Uner) who in real life studied voice in Berlin for 17 years and a transplanted Russo-Italian (Natasha Stephanenko) whose father was a nuclear physicist at a secret facility in the Urals. Each has a parallel non-acting career in the arts. It shows.

After viewing the first dozen or so mysteries of diverse nationality, an American viewer begins to feel an unease creeping up on him. Something is amiss; something awry; something missing. Where are those little bottles of natural water that are ubiquitous in the U.S? The ones with the ****** tip. Meetings of all sorts are held without their comforting presence. Receptionists -- glamorous or unglamorous alike -- make do without them. Heat tormented Sicilians seem immune to the temptation. Cyclists don't stick them in handlebar holders. Even stray teenagers and university students are lacking their company. Uneasiness gives way to a sensation of dread. For European civilization looks to be on the brink of extinction due to mass dehydration.

That's a pity. Any society where cityscapes are not cluttered with SUVs deserves to survive as a reserve of sanity on that score at least. It also allows for car chases through the crooked, cobbled streets of old towns unobstructed by herds of Yukons and Outbacks on the prowl for a double parking space. Bonus: Montelbano's unwashed Fiat has been missing a right front hubcap for 4 years (just like my car). To meet Hollywood standards for car chases he'd have to borrow Ingrid's red Maserati.

Social ******* reveals a number of even more bizarre phenomena. In conversation, above all. Volume is several decibels below what it is on American TV shows and in our society. It is not necessary to grab the remote to drop sound levels down into the 20s in order to avoid irreparable hearing damage. Nor is one afflicted by those piercing, high-pitched voices that can cut through 3 inches of solid steel. All manner of intelligible conversations are held in restaurants, cafes and other public places. Most incomprehensible are the moments of silence. Some last for up to a minute while the mind contemplates an intellectual puzzle or complex emotions. Such extreme behavior does crop up occasionally in shows or films over here -- but invariably followed by a diagnosis of concealed autism which provides the dramatic theme for the rest of the episode.

Tragedy is more common, and takes more subtle forms in these European dramatizations. Certainly, America has long since departed from the standard formula of happy endings. Over there, tragic endings are not only varied -- they include forms of tragedy that do not end in death or violence. The Sicilian series stands out in this respect.

As to violence, there is a fair amount as only could be expected in detective series. Not everyone can be killed decorously by slow arsenic poisoning. So there is some blood and gore. But there is no visual lingering on either the acts themselves or their grisly aftermaths. People bleed -- but without geysers of blood or minutes fixed on its portentous dripping. Violence is part of life -- not to be denied, not to be magnified as an object of occult fascination. The same with ****** abuse and *******.

Finally, it surprises an American to see how little the Europeans portrayed in these stories care about us. We tend to assume that the entire world is obsessed by the United States. True, our pop culture is everywhere. Relatives from 'over there' do make an occasional appearance -- especially in Italian shows. However, unlike their leaders who give the impression that they can't take an unscheduled leak without first checking with the White House or National Security Council in Washington, these characters manage quite nicely to handle their lives in their own way on their own terms.

Anyone who lives on the Continent or spends a lot of time there off the tourist circuit knows all this. The image presented by TV dramas may have the effect of exaggerating the differences with the U.S. That is not their intention, though. Moreover, isn't the purpose of art to force us to see things that otherwise may not be obvious?Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com | www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
I like em slinky, two drinks deep
long drawn legs, golden shine, cheeks blush pink
I like em mean with a grin and sharp white teeth
they make it too hot, too hot to sleep

five-ten, buck-ten, too thin
gold flips, french tips, sunny skin
this ride, this rush, I’ve been, let’s go again


straight up, shut up, just dance, don't speak
stuck up, mean girls, no tab, pay for their drinks

I love em spoiled, pampered like they aught to be
I like em cocky, don't want you if you got time for me
just ignore me and be pretty

faces in MAC makeup cases
they’re always too fast no matter what the pace is

thin in slim cuts they never walk they don't stroll, they strut
coming down a runway unstoppable, all legs and ****
slide through the room, make it known they cut
they don't make love but they love to, love to ****

hammered sideways and still drinkin
I’d like to do to you two times everything you’re thinking

five-ten, buck ten, too thin
long gold legs,
too hot, too hot they make it too hot to stay in

no job, rich snob, eye candy
trophy chick, too quick, and you can be
in the thick of it if you watch carefully
drive em crazy if you drive a Maserati
they don’t want to be real people they just want to be pretty
perfect
it’s spit flattery and they listen contently
the only things that need clarity clearly are these three
one, you gotta understand that you and me don’t make “we”
two, you gotta want em but you can never be as good as they can be
three, it’s over when they’re over you instantly

cut jeans with holes, brass poles, no holds, lets go, delight me
honestly i don't give a **** if you really like me

I love em trim
wearing very little other than a grin, I like skin
I hope it’s twins, let me see the kinda trouble I’m in
face down *** up
tone ****, hard ****, on top, loud buck
that's the way we like to ****

five ten, buck-ten, too thin
gold flips, french tips, hard tummy, sunny skin
this ride, this rush, I’ve been
I wanna go again
Mike Essig Dec 2016
All I want for Christmas
is peace on earth
(well, at least in Amerika);
a black, velvet painting of Elvis
(the old, fat Elvis of course);
massive volcanic eruptions
along the Rim of Fire
with ensuing Tsunamis
for a bit of Yule excitement;
A Maserati (red, gently used);
health, happiness and peace of mind
for my friends and children;
a stuffed and mounted Cassowary
(but still safely caged);
a distance learning course
in Alchemy and White Magick;
continued success and mastery of
obscurity, poverty and poetry;
for all the men I served with
to be alive, thriving and happy;
for all the women I've loved
to remember me and smile;
for Steve McQueen to play me
in the upcoming movie of my life;
the usual end to world hunger
(more Kale for everyone!);
a bottle of pure testosterone,
tumescence and liver disease combined
(just once, Doc, I promise);
a routine, tropical winter for Pennsylvania;
release from the burden of time,
but not immediately;
to end all my dreams with laughter;
to meet and shake hands with Buddha;
and, of course, to see you again.
Think that's too much to ask?
It goes without saying
I have been very, very good
(just ask my loving, schizophrenic cat).
Mike Essig Feb 2017
Valentine's Day Shopping...*

She had a
Mercedes’s face,
a Porsche body,
and a Maserati
libido.

Sadly, I was at
the wrong dealership
looking at
the wrong model.
Aaron LaLux Sep 2018
Living Gods

My God we’re Gods,
see no matter what we do we’ll leave behind a legacy,
working forward with the tools we’ve got,
without getting worked up or caught up realizing that everything’s only energy,

which is why we take in stride the fact that we’re modest aristocrats,
I mean after all how much money does one man need,
I mean we’ve got millions which is plenty enough to live on,
plus we’ve got friends who literally have billions,

I mean I don’t even need that much,
I mean I’m more motivated to feed the needy than dominated by being greed,
plus billions is a lot of money I’d even wager to say it’s too much,
& I don’t want nor need that kind of responsibility,

I mean I don’t even need all the money I already have,
don’t really care about jewelry or cars or the name on name brand tags,
I just want to be with good friends in good weather eat healthy & live comfortably,
plus I’m not impressed with how much you take my interest is more about how much you give back,

because true wealth is about having good health in body mind & soul,
& giving back to the world in kind is usually a good sign of that,
plus I see God’s work more in the Philanthropist than in the Evangelist,
& we’re Gods which is why I give every dollar I make from my art back,

I don’t need the money I mean I make more on the interest in my saving than I spend on living,
plus I’m not having kids & I’m giving everything away to charity when I pass anyways,
so when I die please burn my body send my ashes to the sky & donate my money to worthy causes,
& don’t ask why just realize or at least accept that it’s all part of The Prophecy that I am and it’s great,

because honestly,

we’re Gods,
& I don’t mean that in any way that’s blasphemous,
I mean that in the past there was Isis there was Mercury & there was Horus of course,
& we’re the modern day incarnations of greatness shining so bright they can’t ignore us so they ask for us,

see the truth is that we are the new Buddhas & you could be the new Zeus ‘cause,
energy never dies it just changes form as it always has for all of infinity,
& I honestly used to wonder what my roll was,
but now I see I’ve been nominated to be the scribe that writes these verses faithfully,
so I type away on my laptop instead of throwing back mad shots,
because someone’s gotta scribe these vibes so that our legendary lives’ will live in Eternity eternally,

& now that I’ve got that out of the way let me get back to what I was saying,
about how we’re Man Gods not at all unlike the Pharaohs that used to exist in Rome & Egypt,
which makes sense & is appropriate given that one of the kids at the event I was at tonight,
wore threads that were from the King of Morocco only difference is there’s wheels on our chariots,

and our horses are under our hoods,
but we still have Tridents as our emblems,
that’s a Maserati reference not that it makes a difference,
because when we die our bodies all return to the same essences,

saw another guy at that event,
which was at a house on The Hampton’s biggest estate property,
he wore the Caduceus around his neck,
which is the symbol of the God Mercury,

it was then that it occurred to me,
or rather was reaffirmed to me,
that we are all Gods which is not at all odd,
given the position that we sit in currently,

& I asked him,
if he knew what the symbol around his neck meant,
& he replied as he stared at me with stars in his eyes “Of course I do,
it’s the symbol on the staff of the God Mercury.”, to which I answered, “Yes”,

& then he said he made music,
after which I told him I write books to leave my mark,
& mark my words he’s going to be famous and so will he shout out to Billa,
because for those that are chosen to be shown the path is already known in the stars,

so if you want to know where I am just look up,
& you’ll know I’m always close as long as you can see the sky,
& when I’m gone you’ll still have these books Love,
because art is the only thing man creates that stands the test of time,

plus  these body’s we have are not all that we are in this life,

we are Love & we are Light & although we might look like mortal kind folk,
that’s only our disguise so we can hide from immoral rivals see we’re actually Immortal Idols,
& we try to stay humble but it’s tough to stay modest to be honest,
when you’re Gods & Goddesses that feel so good you can’t hide the smiles,

smile,

my God we’re Gods,
see no matter what we do we’ll leave behind a legacy,
working forward with the tools we’ve got,
without getting worked up or caught up realizing that everything’s only energy…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

Hamptons July 2018
Giada Luciano Feb 2014
i cut the black ribbon that connected our hearts

next day-
i see you here with a ******* your strong arm,
one of my best friends.

you traded whispers in my dads maserati
for chilling on her torn couch

it's ******.

my veins are fried,
frontal lobe is hysteric

instead of crying myself to sleep,
i decide to put on a politician's smile
and swallow my robitussin pride

you tore my ribs open
inhaled my smoky lungs


so i take your weaknesses
and fashion them into insults-
nearly as painful as the ballpoint pen you shoved into my heart

i bet you're telling her the same **** you told me
ver.
ba.
tim.

copy paste
you can't recreate what we had
adriana Apr 2019
i wanna be rich when i'm older
because at least a maserati
is gonna ride when things
go down
C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
Woken up from the bed, time slumbering around

Catching the blanket ,dripping wet yesterday’s dream

Lying bare with hands praying to see him Again

Awaiting the next call so aphrodisiac

Getting off the bed, taking the shower,

Admiring his hands upon my boson and hips..

Deducing the guilt I suffered yet,

Bringing out the terrible pleasure ,his hands wrapping around ME

Remembering the fall and the mist ,the snowflakes, that melted

Carried not in air but his smooth fingers on my belly

Triggering Sensation and Enigmatic trance

Relieving my stresses infusing ,transforming

From genteel  vapid to a strumpet

It feels great to be in his hands again ,

Every possible square centimeter is a Love Hotel

Where our bodies check in

Groping my womanhood and the caress that he Put on to it

Besotted Every time TO BEING his ****** Mistress

Just like He is My God ,and I am his disciple

Benediction that I offer ,And chants that are so Stimulating

Crossing the Entire Legacy ,Traversing to every corners with Him

And Finally Coming To rest in a cold night Under the Cover..

Just like Cascading waterfall, these moments keep coming

Sometimes in his home ,In office,In a Maserati Or in the Deciduous

Like the echo of the fall that Reverberates every corner Of the Ambience,

Our PLENITUDE comes with lots of Crescendo

Wearing the apparel that seems alright ,  aND So Provocative

That CONCEALS among the ordinary Ones, but LIT up the eyes of My Beloved

The GrEY  Shades OF my Life ,perhaps the Most BECOMING and Eventful
Christina Dec 2020
There you were on 658 North Skyline drive, visiting the place where you once called home
With those innocent, helpless girls on your restless, manic mind.
At the age of twenty-five, a hopeless law-student drop out
Sitting in the blistering hot Summer Tacoma heat in your battered beige Volkswagen windows down,
wind blowing on your ruddy face.
Wishing you had a flashy Maserati
Thousands of beads of sweat trickle down your head like a waterfall.
Frustrated and exhausted
Knowing the fate what's going to become of the pretty, carefree girls laughing, walking ahead on the street by your car, but they're completely unaware.
The reminisce of cheap beer and stale cigarettes on your breath
As you quickly glance at your velvet crowbar, that resides on your chair-less passenger side, so desperately wanting another hit.

Jittering with panic inside, that familiar feeling surges with an adrenaline rush in your body, going from zero to eighty in 0.01 seconds
You start to get in a trance with self-destruction, panicking with chaotic anger beginning to emerge again, in waves like the ocean.
The entity begins to set in
Yet something abruptly stops you.
Holding a crumbled picture of dear Elizabeth and Molly, you keep your wallet in your right blue jean back pocket.
Yet you don't give in to your double life.No. Not this time.
Letting the devastating, destructive behavior from the entity consume your entire being.
As you begin to have sudden regret ignoring the powerful, impatient fidgety urge.


Ten girls have now suddenly evaporated into thin air, caused by your harmful doing.
Police and newspaper sightings of a certain man named "Ted" have appeared out of the woodwork,
But you keep that identity hidden under lock and key.
Newsflashes pop up at the five o'clock hour, but nothing seems to phase you into utter shock.

Now sitting in an unclean, rat-infested jail cell in Colorado
The walls only seem to know the REAL you
The light fixture is almost sawed off entirely to your liking, for your excitingly filled escape, set for tonight.
Going through the small labyrinth of the ceiling of the jail,
New, fresh, clean clothes on, and annoying coveralls off
You open the front door, as a blast of the bone-chilling cold goes through your body,
Fast, snow falling on the ground, and luckily a car with its doors  unlocked
You now fade away into the blackness.

After you've completed the horrendous event in Lake City that you so desired to do on a whim
There's now no recollection of your recent event, even though you were there.
The trees with the wind are whispering and gossip your horrific acts.
Only they truly know your lawless stories


A couple of years has rolled by,
Trial after trial, day in and day out
Hoping and confident that you'll win, but each time, you've disappointingly lost.
Judge Cowart sits on his throne, tentatively listens
The buzz from the ***** and pills that your beloved Carole snuck in for you is finally beginning to wear off.
Irritation sets
As you razzle-dazzle each individual with your stealthy charm
The time has finally come that the jury decides your ultimate, timely fate


Flash forward to eight years on death row, with that heavy metal that you wear
Living in a concrete castle, in a desolate foreign land
Indeed not Buckingham Palace.
Rowdy, loud, *****, unclean, unshaven men surround you.
Something that your not used to doing.
Not the place you wish to be at the moment.
Body odor and sweat with no air conditioning in a stagnant, minuscule cell might also be Hell on Earth.
While just an old malfunctioning fan tries to keep you cool from Florida's oppressive heat.
You talk to the four walls, that listen when the detectives get fed up and bored. With your perpetual beating around the bush rhetoric.
You wasted  your life on behalf of your destructive behavior and wrong choices
Time is ticking faster and faster when you only have a few days left till death day arrives
Rose is officially gone and is now a long distant faded memory of your failed career of a deadbeat father and husband.
It's been a few years since you last saw her and Carole as they vanished from your life.
Vanished and stolen.
Like the girl's lives, you had vanished and stolen from happy families only to destroy when you willingly obeyed and fulfilled the entity's destructive wish.
Your tears become your lullaby, for your last night on Earth.

January 24th, 1989.
Your expiration date has arrived.
Rowdy, drunk onlookers are at your last hurrah
The warden swiftly comes to your death watch cell and wakes you up from the unrestful, anxiety-filled sleep you had gotten
Are you ready? He asks you.
No longer now is a handsome forty-two-year-old, but a shaven bald gangly, ailing man, with the appearance of looking like a sixty-year-old who's unrecognizable to one's eye.
"Deadman walking," the warden shouts.
Emotionless expression looks of people that you've once known in your past are now seated in small white chairs
As officers restrain you in the infamous wooden chair, of the many in-humane men who've gone, years before your time.
Adjust your electric crown
Nerves begin to quake internally like a rattlesnake
And in less than a flash, with two- thousand volts, you'll be gone from this world forever.
At approximately 7:16 am, you're pronounced dead.




Alone & Forgotten.
Not even close to it,
even as the crow flies carrying twigs for a nest in some memory tree
We
are not even close to the blossom of youth

in the gypsy booth where fortunes are hung on the minds of the gullible
the truth is sometimes foretold

but it's a cold Tennessee and blue mountains are all that
We
get.

I'm slicing up soldiers to dip in my egg because I'm violent at breakfast
We
**** or we cure all or bounce off a padded wall,
same thing in the end

Life drives us 'round the bend and I wanted a Maserati
to outrun the paparazzi
I guess that they'll just extradite me
We
can't even go on the run

I blame Billy the Kid for getting rid of so many lawmen leaving the door man
who's decrepit
to let in the faithful

If I'm tired and trimming my beard
if I'm crazy or senile or just a bit weird
it makes no difference to me
We
take it on the chin, in our stride,
electric shock?
I nearly died

and they fried some brain matter,
a part of the memory scattered forever

and they think they're so ****** clever
We
don't need a college degree
We
can see what's coming

the era of the dumbing down
the status rectified
more brain matter fried

I'm slicing up soldiers and soldiering on until the morning arrives when all the soldiers have gone and then there'll be a war
We
already saw that.
SøułSurvivør Jan 2021
She rolled onto the stage
In spandex laced with studs
Electric guitars squealing
The same ol' worn out crud.

The drumbeats and the bongos
That thudding telltale beat
She knew she wasn't nothin'
But a screamin' piece of meat.

[Chorus]
The Music Man got holda her
Gripped her wild mane
With dreams of mansions on the hill
Dreams of wealth & fame.

There's so much more insida me!
So much more to art!
Got a Stratocaster body
And a plain ol' mandolin heart.


Then the music changed around
To a funky Kind of Blue
Her bassist & guitar men
Sported their tattoos.

She did not start out this way
No, she started small
In a little bluegrass band
Sayin' "come on back, y'all..."

[Chorus]

At the backstage party
She showed up but didn't stay
She was all smiles & wiles
Then just faded away.

She got in her Maserati
She left all alone
She said goodbye to no one...
She turned her wheels toward Home.

**Bridge:
She wanted to get lost in it
Forget her humble start
But the Hollywood music machines
Only tear apart
Now she longed for MORE than meals
Eaten a la carte
She broke the Stratocaster
Played her plain ol' mandolin heart.
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
I’m going to do it!
I’m going to MAC all over that!
That is soon to be #MINE!
Forget about a ring, she’s gonna call me KING!
All I gotta do is show her my passion!
Give her the best d-down shes ever had in her life!
………………….
Whatever the length, strength, desire or motive!!

I will call Russia, China or Korea! She will be found!!!
About to be d'n that **** down, she don’t know it yet but its tight all over this d!
………………………….
I will build her my own car, call it, “ILUVER” she on the way!

**** a Bugatti! **** a Maserati! **** a Lamborghini!!
I’LUV’S riding with my stick, i’m her #1 pick, say, “Mr./Mrs. Untouchable”! “On her way!”
………………………….
***** so wet, my ***** so hard, let her handle this, let me hand that!!

“When I ***, she ****! She begs I give! We both want an need!
A moment of pleasure! A beautiful memory! Is it love? It lives with me ever-lasting!”
……………………………

Knock Knock
“I’m home and here to stay! Let me ease your pain! I’m going to fulfill your desires!”

Steps Inside and it begins with a…………..

Staring into them beautiful eyes looking at the most precious jewel in creation! Baby I been waiting! I’m begging! I’m dying for your touch, wanting only to feel them lips! As soon as we make contact I know its true! My dreams and prayers have been answered!! ILUV I need some sugar, down to call you my own, down to call you my boo! Rips off that shirt! Undoes that bra! Unzips my jeans! *Honey are you ready? Call me daddy tell me how good it feels as I slide my soft lips against your smooth body! Getting at all the right places I can feel your bodies warmth its all I need, its all I want!! So **** hard! Time to get you wet when I put you on the couch and begin to run my fingers thru your hair grinding on you getting you even wetter! Daddy’s going to make it all better! Whisper me them special words! Together we can make everything alright, together we can conquer the world!! I knew from the very start I’d fall in love! Off with them jeans put my tongue in places you always wanted an needed! To the side with the ******* softly slow an passionately tonguing down that *****! **** it baby its time! Time for me to take my D and put you in a position an start love making! I know you want it, so here we go! You feel me throbbing inside you slowly on your G Spot, as you beg for more an more! So many scratchs on my back! Grinding deeper and deeper!! You cannot get enough of it! Finally you say “ILUV you! Come inside me!” At that point you’re so soo moist an it feels so good! We both begin to feel ourselves at the point of no return we *** naturally and faithfully as one body- together!!! You stare into my eyes I kiss your lips one last time and tell you, “ILUV you too”! Don’t ever forget about me I promise you my life! I will never give up on you! I cant live without you, understand i will willingly be there for you tending your needs till my end! In my book you’re the best of the best ever to exist!! Forever always…….
****
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2017
i agree, women shouldn't drink, when they drink, they get overly melodramatic... when men drink, they laugh, esp. when they are excused from participating in war, and showing off nerves calmed, by not having to extrapolate courage... women shouldn't drink... they get overly melodramatic... which is why women give birth to alcoholics they can "cure" with a stampede of buffaloes, even if they tried... i've never seen a drunk woman laugh, then again, i hadn't had the chance to see a lot of women become drunk on champagne, so i might be in the wrong: observation palace.*

i swear...
   i swear i can play the trombone
when i burp,
after downing 3 buddies;
ha ha ha ha!
burps always made more
sense than farts...
  which is why they are
socially acceptable in germany:
in english?
farts are a fetish in crowded
places...
   then again both people are
fetish orientated...
the english? farting in crowded
places (extending the claustrophobia
range, and proving solipsism:
each to his own, self-evident preference
of "perfume) and homosexuality
and talking idle ******* talk
during ***...
the germans? burping...
      and golden showers during ***...
i was really convinced that
the niqab was bad...
          for a minute...
before i spotted the joke...
         you sure you want to look
at this ****? wouldn't you prefer a pair
of sunglasses while you're at it:
pretending to be a shopping ninja?
stealth... yeah...
you get a discount in harrod's:
              boo yah! *****'s a gangsta!
come on! throw throw those discount
coupons into the air!
after all, your arab b.f. owns a maserati!
hey, giggles come,
& giggles go... but in between
there's this building of the six-pack
via the clenching of the abdomen
from the giggle.
Jordan Hudson May 2019
Characters on the screen
On my front plate
Burnouts and a scene
Going to speed
Gotta slow my roll
Though I got a goal
Got a ticket, what for?
Going too fast
Having a blast
The fact that you just got passed
Now you in last
Yeah
Tire heat on the floor
Smoke behind light me up
Line by line, sign by sign
Passed you, now you behind
Inline four, rev war
Ears sore? Wanna hear more?
Or I can drive away
And you can say I was slow
Drove away and no more
Muffler delete, engine heat
161 HP, yeah it's weak
It still got some speed
If you feed it some rice
And some printed trees
Ya, ya
Gas got me going through the week
And to Saturday meets
Muffler delete, engine heat
161 HP, yeah it's weak
It still got some speed
If you feed it some rice
And some printed trees
Yeah the TC
Out in the lot, in the garage
The car the one I bought
What you got?
I forgot
I got this one to see
Hate and love
I sort of
Hate it but I still like it
Matching outfit
I want a Maserati
But I won't quit
Goals I make are goals I meet
Realistically
Muffler delete, engine heat
161 HP, yeah it's weak
It still got some speed
If you feed it some rice
And some printed trees
Ya, ya
Yeah the TC
For my car
Yo I'm mighty healthy combat stealthy kick wealthy
Knowledge scholastic classic bias racial tension static
Frequency more tunes than Quincy Sanford and Sons
Making number ones Broadway comes almonds
Nuts lays joys since I caught bass in my voice noise
making from girls vibrating rear steer they derriere
Pams smack it like spam internet ram Emos cram
Back up in ya face like Bam wake up stack cakes up
Hold up my money rolleth up times twelve thou plow  
Haters below denominators top money numerator
Vintage Sega can't play me out black ****** scout
Hit men to women back up in the club sipping gins
Don't become a dead friend no liquors poured out
I'm taking a classic rout storytime Rudy Ray grind
Of the rhymes kicked out the timeline crime
Making becomes a new pedigree dark and lovely
Women spot 'em like mirrors off of a sun shine confined
Thoughts a maze frankly caught a glimpse of a golden daze




Intergalactic space age crafted been drafted grafted
Politician move wicked checked out the tickets pick it
Like Wilson grass keep it greener have ya seen her
**** gives me a chi-lite words flow like a kite no marquee
Vocals Voorhees king of the lost seas deadly ready
Nightmare hunter pin head hell raiser grazed ya
Microphone speak baritone principles of a decipher
Stolis Dr doo-little break chips yo I'm far from brittle
Minds a titanium turtle shell broke the white spells
Flippin' white yeyo pharcyde official runnin' homicide
Dirts done daily my lady workout harder than Donna Bailey
It's crazy crisscross look at the lost living a coin toss
No flips change the kabbitz stop the flow cycles
Bad as Michael dangerous only in guns we trust rust
All ya metals no firing see the spirits admiring
No retiring a black panther clouds of torments
Storming legacy raw creativity haters envy me
Can't change up my plot grave stakes kamikaze
**** a Maserati I rather bag Mercedes 80s
Bang a buck plus 50 picky me waist deep as Lucky
Charm she'd beautiful harm calm the seven hills
Have eyes waste nine live angelic prophetic regret it
Knowledge mystics embedded only false wisdoms get wetted
Travis Green Jun 2022
I can’t fake the feeling
Just one glance at you
And I am enmeshed in a trance
Heavenly delectable beardability
More flamboyant than an ardent allurer
Awash with smooth bulletproof pulchritude
Sparkling and charming as a Maserati
Your astonishing hot sauce is boss
Fiery enthralling marvel, you are

You wall my heart in your wondrousness
You come through in your smoothness
Without a doubt, you put me in a drought
So hypnotized by your starry marble eyes
Lickable hottalicous lips
I am droolin’ and losing my composure
Wishing to be closer to merging with you
In your enclosure, shoulder me in your immersiveness

Get me feelin’ your ****
Stick with the plan to romance my headspace
Break down my town
Twist and turn me around and around
Make me psyched out
Baby, I am ****-eyed and close-mouthed
Wantin’ all of you, cherishin’ you
Married to your swagger attraction
Imagining all the things your deep
Breezy love could bring to me

Boy, you reel me into thee
For weeks and weeks
I grow sweeter on your splashiness
I am trapped in lovesickness
Steady chasin’ these contagious sensations down
Yes, I am in a mess, but I can’t rest
When I am so impressed by your dreamy-driven flex
****, let me bag all of that

Inspect your rigidly geometric architecture
Touch it, kiss it, drift into it
Enlist myself to mesh with your freshness
For as long as our worlds exist
I want to feel you close to me
Take in your stupendous energy
City-bred brick-solid charmer
The tameless type to inflame my game
Leave me forever addicted to your wicked litness
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Sep 2020
I once had a friend whose great-grandfather was a partner of J.P. Morgan. My friend had grown up in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. He was a good man, and you wouldn't have known he was heir to a vast fortune, except for his  anamnestic autos. In fact, he eschewed the affected life. He was an organic farmer outside of Lawrence, Kansas. I mean he really was a farmer. He was up at 6 and drove a tractor til sunset. He and I would get together from time to time eating tapioca pudding at Denny's and, of course, chatting. The one idiosyncrasy that gave away his untold wealth was anamnestic autos. To the side of his modest farm house was a field within which were old antique cars spread out as if they were cattle, but they were not. There was an Alpha Romeo, a Horsch, a Lamborghini, a Maserati, and a Ferrari. My friend would get an impulse to buy a certain antique car, and because he had the money, he'd buy it. But then after enjoying it for a time, he literally put it out to pasture. The scene reminded me of a painting Salvador Dali might have painted. He never talked about his fortune, but he often ordered a second tapioca pudding.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, an essayist, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
She rolled onto the stage
In spandex laced with studs
Electric guitars squealing
The same ol' worn out crud.

The drumbeats and the bongos
That thudding telltale beat
She knew she wasn't nothin'
But a screamin' piece of meat.

[Chorus]
The Music Man got holda her
Gripped her wild mane
With dreams of mansions on the hill
Dreams of wealth & fame.

There's so much more insida me!
So much more to art!
Got a Stratocaster body
And a plain ol' mandolin heart.


Then the music changed around
To a funky Kind of Blue
Her bassist & guitar men
Sported their tattoos.

She did not start out this way
No, she started small
In a little bluegrass band
Sayin' "come on back, y'all..."

[Chorus]

At the backstage party
She showed up but didn't stay
She was all smiles & wiles
Then just faded away.

She got in her Maserati
She left all alone
She said goodbye to no one...
She turned her wheels toward Home.

Bridge:
She wanted to get lost in it
Forget her humble start
But the Hollywood music machines
Only tear apart
Now she longed for MORE than meals
Eaten a la carte
She broke the Stratocaster
Played her plain ol' mandolin heart.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage

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