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"milkshake" poems
there are so many of you that i would love to sit down with; maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries; and just talk. i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you, about the anger you feel deep inside over a father who said he’d come back... and then didn’t. i want to run with you through pages of words and say “oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.” i want to see all your smiling faces and thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness, for saving my life. i want to collaborate on novels of poetry and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts. so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries... thank you, to some of the most beautiful people i have never met.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
Hello Poetry
I got cakes; On my menu, I say baby; There's nothing sweeter then you... Cake,Cake I like sweet cake She make my heart pound; At some wonderful speed rate..... I'm very energetic; So I love chocolate cake; Eat it for breakfast; Red cherry on top; That's some blossom red lips; I love rich cream, So baby Bring me a whip.... You the number one on my menu.... Cake;Cake; Chocolate Cake Olivia Brown Vanilla Cake; My spectacular lunch break; With a nice cinnemon flake Pound of cake; She a dream cake Cool me downn, with some strawberry milkshake; She's second on my menu; Cake;Cake; Vanilla Cake Supper time; more like super time; Everyday my birthday; End it off with some cream cake; I love cake; look like dream cake; Whip my cream, with semi-sweet wine; Cool me down with ice cream Cake;Cake; Cream Cake....
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
Pound Cake (SlimKwAgGa Poetic Version)
Do you want a slice of cake, might keep you going just for now. But as you are not used to eating, you have the hooves we'll keep the cow. The modern world is dying younger, unlike those in the poorer east. Who die through lack of food and water, we're dying because we're obese. In this modern city arena, it seems our portion is the more free health and overwhelming safety but we save that small slice for the poor. The waste is massive, over burdened, tons of food are chucked away. As we stick to our sell by clearance just think for what so many pray. Do we need such a massive slice, even half would fill our needs. The west gets fat the east is wanting scrubbing around for scraps and seeds. So next time when feasting in McDonalds, and washing down with large milkshake. Try and see your own reflexion and you'll see whom eats all the cake. Before you leave that busy food-hall, just have a quick look in the bin and you will see the unholy waste, perhaps you'll also see the sin. The slicing of this planets cake   seems to be divided wrong. So cut it into a fairer slices and send it to where it belongs.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Slice that Cake
could it be a ******** like cotton buds from the ***** flower a witched river under dark clouds of brooms that don't fly anymore maybe in need of an upgrade perhaps a spell of weaponized winds with insinuated floating ghouls shaking their lopsided claws under blood orchards and diagrams of grief as they follow their noses looking for ***** ******* the scent of vivacious zyzzyva loving oozing laughter thirsty skin needles too **** heroine stuck on toe picket fences mimicry of ducks blood butter like a crime scene of kisses that went to far eggs and runny yokes left puddled on a thigh the ****** burps Pans milkshake *** legacy legs lookin for love auto asphyxiated in a closet fringy and hanging with a hardon lost eyes and drool somewhere in Thailand after spicy noodle soup and a Tsingtao hurt me hurt you i'm an evil boweval a Zyzzyva come to love you
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
Zyzzyva....Manga
*‘Twas the night before surgery, and all through the house, no one was stirring, not even my spouse. Suddenly I awoke with such a terrible fright “Oh, my! It’s 11:45, and I must eat before midnight!” So I ran for the kitchen with nay a moment to spare, because I cannot eat after midnight; No way! I wouldn’t dare! There I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the fridge wondering what to consume. Then it hit me; “I know what to make!” It’s fast and it’s tasty, a BIG chocolate milkshake! But when I turned on the blender it made such a loud noise, that it woke up my husband, and it woke up our boys. So they came in and stared at me, much to my demise They all looked so bewildered as they rubbed their sleepy eyes. Then they saw the blender and realized what was there, “You all might as well go back to bed, ‘cause I’m not about to share!” I poured it into a very large glass; I filled it to the top. Then I drank until it was gone, & I felt like I could pop. One by one, the hours crept by, as I laid awake counting sheep. That stupid milkshake made my stomach ache, and I couldn’t go back to sleep! ‘Twas the night before surgery, and there in my house; they all slept soundly, including my spouse.*
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
~ 'Twas The Night Before Surgery ~
When I was eight I got very sick. I got to eat mac n cheese on the couch, and drink chocolate chip milkshakes. Today I felt sick. So I made some mac n cheese, and I sat down on the couch. I wanted the milkshake. I didn't have any chocolate chip ice cream, So I made strawberry. Then I sat at the counter and looked at my mess. The milk was out, The ice cream was uncovered and melting The blender was on its side. It looked very sad. Like it was a Roman village I had just conquered. I killed all the strawberry milkshake children. They had such bright futures until they drowned In a puddle of one percent milk. I discovered I don't like strawberry milkshakes that much. And now I have a mess in the kitchen, My car needs gas, And I smell like cigarettes and self deprivation. And everything is easier when you're eight and your mother cooks you your special sick person dinner.
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
Strawberry Milkshake
*it's dark and a little cold you can feel winter kissing the air the stairs are made of steel; frozen we are intoxicated i am tipsy you are drunk we're laughing my shirt falling off my shoulder your eyes glow in the dark as you throw back your head and laugh i tease you by licking your straw and think of how the milkshake would taste so much better off your lips you tease me playing with my glasses and tickling my leg with your feet "try me" i say i am trying to act like i am bigger than my body i am playing a game you are a king of "oh, really?" your breath is on my lips and i can feel the heat in the cold winter night i can see your freckles they are brighter than the stars in the black sky we looked at each other a little too long to be "just friends"*
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
we looked at each other a little too long to be "just friends"
I met someone today and he was awesome. He wore a leather jacket, almost the same as yours. He had a neat haircut but a funny beard. Do you remember when I used to always pester you About trimming yours? I did it all the time and you never listened. Anyway, he told me a joke; One that I've heard before and that still Made me laugh like the world was about to end. I think I know where I heard it the first time. He also ordered your milkshake, I mean ours. And smoked the same brand of cigarettes You always did. He was awesome because he took me for a ride On his Harley Davidson and gave me his helmet The way you always did. He was awesome because he winked At random girls and smiled at me The way you always did. He was awesome because he listened to the blues The way you always did. He was awesome because he reminded me of you. Baby I think I still love you. F.Z.N
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
He Was Awesome
Chocolate Milkshake! Sweet love-child of milk and chocolate; Drowsing inside my extra large take-away tumbler, after a tiring roller coaster ride. Chocolate milkshake! Dark and delicious; Derived from the desserted district of dreamland. Destroying me internally, you devilish seed of cacao tree. Today, you are mine; And I’ll be the proud receiver of your sweet nectar. Chocolate Milkshake! You proudy liquidy miracle of nature. You self obsessed syrup of supremacy. You won’t ever get over yourself, will you? Chocolate Milkshake! I have loved you enough, you mean juice of Zion. Next time, I am gonna order a vanilla milkshake. It might not be as magical as you are; But again, I can’t hold onto you forever.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Chocolate Milkshake!
I may hate you more tomorrow , but i'll never love you less for you're the one person i can always count on , you're simply the best and everyone who knows us predicted we won't last a sec it's like we're the opposite end of a spectrum, yet a single entity violating the norms of this hypocritical society simple,yet so **intriguing ** And girl , we go on so well together like bread and butter like milkshake and cookies YOU'RE THE MELODY..TO MY LYRICS and God only knows, the inspiration behind how many songs! the ones i've lost and also the ones i carry in my heart And without Nancy(my bestie) , where would Aditi(me) be? without you ...well that just can't be you're always sure of somethings, like the sun will always rise, that's the way you make me feel you're probably the only thing ..that drags me to the boring premises of dav{my school} (also the fact that 75%attendance is required but you get the idea) and looking at you , and looking at me .. and looking at the **** and crazy stuffs we do and we did i wonder how effortless it is how the kind of girl i'm ..everything looks scary to me but you just make it better somehow ,without even doing a thing and sometimes, i get this blurry pic of you and I we're close to being 75 silver hair , wrinkled cheeks sitting on a park bench,eating(that's her aka my bestie's favorite thing..eating) talking about the same old senseless thing and looking at each other with contempt and say "hey ,we made it to the end♥ "
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
*me and my bestie *
I'm always hungry even though I just ate a while ago If I go without food for 2 hours my brain works kinda slow I eat all the time, even when I'm driving I wonder how it'll be to eat when I'm sky diving But there's a particular food that I always crave And if I don't get it, I tend to misbehave It's amazing and delicious, my favorite cake I'd go to any lengths for it, no matter what the stake I'd eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner I'd marry a pâtissier even if he was a sinner When it comes to cake I show an utmost devotion My bucket list includes having cake by the ocean But something happened this summer, which makes me tremble in fear And now when someone says "Cake" I tend not to go near I was in Spain, and I was looking for some cake I was whining and crying; my friend ignorantly sipped her milkshake So I walked on ahead and finally found a baker I paused my music; I was listening to Chet Faker I walked over to him and shouted "I WANT CAKE" He looked at his buddies and said, "This is the one we take" The baker and Co. suddenly picked me up; I was too scared to shout I just wanted my cake and I had no idea what this was about I tried to escape but it proved to be rather hard My friend had no idea I was missing; she was looking for an SD card I didn't wanna think about what might happen, I just wanted to go home The men had brought me to an outhouse that had a ceiling shaped like a dome Then they placed me down gently, and were almost too polite I turned around once I could finally stand and couldn't believe the sight A crowd was waiting at the back, just waiting to yell "Surprise!" A man shouted: "You fools! You brought the wrong girl, she isn't even the same size" They apologized profusely, but honestly I couldn't care less I just wanted to have my cake and get away from this mess I walked back past the bakers shop and heard something that gave me déjà vu "I want cake" said a tall girl; she smiled at me, she didn't have a clue
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
I Want Cake
I'm always hungry even though I just ate a while ago If I go without food for 2 hours my brain works kinda slow I eat all the time, even when I'm driving I wonder how it'll be to eat when I'm sky diving But there's a particular food that I always crave And if I don't get it, I tend to misbehave It's amazing and delicious, my favorite cake I'd go to any lengths for it, no matter what the stake I'd eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner I'd marry a pâtissier even if he was a sinner When it comes to cake I show an utmost devotion My bucket list includes having cake by the ocean But something happened this summer, which makes me tremble in fear And now when someone says "Cake" I tend not to go near I was in Spain, and I was looking for some cake I was whining and crying; my friend ignorantly sipped her milkshake So I walked on ahead and finally found a baker I paused my music; I was listening to Chet Faker I walked over to him and shouted "I WANT CAKE" He looked at his buddies and said, "This is the one we take" The baker and Co. suddenly picked me up; I was too scared to shout I just wanted my cake and I had no idea what this was about I tried to escape but it proved to be rather hard My friend had no idea I was missing; she was looking for an SD card I didn't wanna think about what might happen, I just wanted to go home The men had brought me to an outhouse that had a ceiling shaped like a dome Then they placed me down gently, and were almost too polite I turned around once I could finally stand and couldn't believe the sight A crowd was waiting at the back, just waiting to yell "Surprise!" A man shouted: "You fools! You brought the wrong girl, she isn't even the same size" They apologized profusely, but honestly I couldn't care less I just wanted to have my cake and get away from this mess I walked back past the bakers shop and heard something that gave me déjà vu "I want cake" said a tall girl; she smiled at me, she didn't have a clue
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Vanilla. Nation's favourite. In fact the world's favourite flavour. So very versatile. From Mr. Whippy's with a cheap chocolate flake, next to a warm apple crumble, on a pancake or in a milkshake. From hot days by the sea side to the perfect ending of Sunday lunch and every occasion in betwe- en. The creamy, comfor- ting deliciousness I once fell in love with. But now I prefer the irresistible, amber, nutty explosion of Butterscotch. My tongue [mind] craves it!
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Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 9:19 PM UTC
Ice Cream?
when i want inspiration to write poetry i watch a heaving tempest of kisses they have a better flavor than cooking shows what's prettier than pretty pretty in pigtails shaking her delicious derriere whipped Soufflé? i'm kissing butter princess witchy ****  spread lickity splits eating her with a big wide **** eating grin like an open face dagwood whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring of Adonis's plumper in paradise filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue? ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy merciless, pa-leazze fluttered big wet talking eyes like pools of blue honey getting it zigged zagged hard against a redraw mouth throttling fluted gullet while eager throat gasps a symphonic music of the spheres in relentless staccato chokes lovin her big devil **** splashing all gym built wonder-boy a litter of ****** and tongues licking pig greedy rapturous milkshake waterfalls whimpering mmmmmm oooh big daddy oh my ****** god pillar of colossus you Tunisian donut you pierce me like a spoon through summer guava who screams like that eating lunch but a half ate apricot? better than a football game I'd rather take her greek more fun than math or small talk preferable to a pat on the back at work or a ridged procession at a funeral oh beautiful dark fig squatting crotch candy bubbling tapioca *** queen of spun sugar ****  all pyrotechnics and fluttering sinews if you asked most do they watch **** they'd grow smug like a senator or punch you in the mouth outwardly high-minded refusing the blessing of a video **** parade of pirouetting vaginas and glistening areolas for the glory of the secret ************ ceremony the *** moralists only good for a secret ****** living their lives with passions submerged and nothing to confess except for guilty offerings as they wander through dreamland shopping malls wanting to know Victorias ***** little secret seduced but not caressed by a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
****
when i want inspiration to write poetry i watch a heaving tempest of kisses they have a better flavor than cooking shows what's prettier than pretty pretty in pigtails shaking her delicious derriere whipped Soufflé? i'm kissing butter princess witchy ****  spread lickity splits eating her with a big wide **** eating grin like an open face dagwood whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring of Adonis's plumper in paradise filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue? ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy merciless, pa-leazze fluttered big wet talking eyes like pools of blue honey getting it zigged zagged hard against a redraw mouth throttling fluted gullet while eager throat gasps a symphonic music of the spheres in relentless staccato chokes lovin her big devil **** splashing all gym built wonder-boy a litter of ****** and tongues licking pig greedy rapturous milkshake waterfalls whimpering mmmmmm oooh big daddy oh my ****** god pillar of colossus you Tunisian donut you pierce me like a spoon through summer guava who screams like that eating lunch but a half ate apricot? better than a football game I'd rather take her greek more fun than math or small talk preferable to a pat on the back at work or a ridged procession at a funeral oh beautiful dark fig squatting crotch candy bubbling tapioca *** queen of spun sugar ****  all pyrotechnics and fluttering sinews if you asked most do they watch **** they'd grow smug like a senator or punch you in the mouth outwardly high-minded refusing the blessing of a video **** parade of pirouetting vaginas and glistening areolas for the glory of the secret ************ ceremony the *** moralists only good for a secret ****** living their lives with passions submerged and nothing to confess except for guilty offerings as they wander through dreamland shopping malls wanting to know Victorias ***** little secret seduced but not caressed by a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
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~for Maya, the Persian Canadian farmer in the dell~ your poetic riddling questions without hesitation re my claim conceptual refuting with factoids actuarial experiential derived, that cows need milkshake making daily by sunrise nonsense so you wake me up groggy on a Miami Saturday 6:00am with a reciprocal poetic to a dashed off to contra my code of conduct poem-mine; and all that stumbles through my almost reset rested, main stem cortex is an a ancient hebrew homily: on Sabbath Saturday, even the cows sleep late ok; just tween us rare passes the day that a glancing phrase doesn’t register a stabbing whine “of me, of mine do sing” and your point counterpoint incision demands inspiration instant re-mission around 10am when the amiable barn aminals sipping cuppa #3, and the chicken children want a weekend brunch xtra feeding are done, in the yard, put out to pack n' peck n’ play so that’s an intro to this work that jumps the line of a hundreds of other’s poems promised and overdue: insight inside your crafted wake up slam slap was pretty **** near the makers mark bourbon of this distillers bourbon barrels bulbous poem’s bibliothèque that has an  impatient waiting list of poems waiting anointing each a personage~poem of that day it was birthed inscribed this particular one for you, ~ my complexity non-Napoleonic just humanoid each, here are my leaders from and into a veining so lovely colored each poem a waving wheat stalk before these old tired eyes close to closing hear once more “of me, of mine do sing” so I follow all of you by dimming yellow light, for this is the soil of nutriment rich from where my words grow taller and the yellow infusion feeds my wheats, the amber, the red hard and soft, the whites, the durums, and mon préféré, prairie spring white, which is my secret nickname for a duality woman, poet and farmer, posing riddles that deserve answers* maybe —- https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2503650/little-ole-me-a-riddle-of-sorts/
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
on Saturday, even the cows sleep late
~for Maya, the Persian Canadian farmer in the dell~ your poetic riddling questions without hesitation re my claim conceptual refuting with factoids actuarial experiential derived, that cows need milkshake making daily by sunrise nonsense so you wake me up groggy on a Miami Saturday 6:00am with a reciprocal poetic to a dashed off to contra my code of conduct poem-mine; and all that stumbles through my almost reset rested, main stem cortex is an a ancient hebrew homily: on Sabbath Saturday, even the cows sleep late ok; just tween us rare passes the day that a glancing phrase doesn’t register a stabbing whine “of me, of mine do sing” and your point counterpoint incision demands inspiration instant re-mission around 10am when the amiable barn aminals sipping cuppa #3, and the chicken children want a weekend brunch xtra feeding are done, in the yard, put out to pack n' peck n’ play so that’s an intro to this work that jumps the line of a hundreds of other’s poems promised and overdue: insight inside your crafted wake up slam slap was pretty **** near the makers mark bourbon of this distillers bourbon barrels bulbous poem’s bibliothèque that has an  impatient waiting list of poems waiting anointing each a personage~poem of that day it was birthed inscribed this particular one for you, ~ my complexity non-Napoleonic just humanoid each, here are my leaders from and into a veining so lovely colored each poem a waving wheat stalk before these old tired eyes close to closing hear once more “of me, of mine do sing” so I follow all of you by dimming yellow light, for this is the soil of nutriment rich from where my words grow taller and the yellow infusion feeds my wheats, the amber, the red hard and soft, the whites, the durums, and mon préféré, prairie spring white, which is my secret nickname for a duality woman, poet and farmer, posing riddles that deserve answers* maybe —- https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2503650/little-ole-me-a-riddle-of-sorts/
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Meditations and French Fries I sit watching you nibble on some Mickey D's fries, And taking sips of your milkshake, Your two hands grasping the cup as if to make sure Nobody could take it while kicking your feet, That barely touch the floor, and humming. This makes me love you more than I already do. Your eyes move up and stare at me and I look at you, Searchingly, but you cross them, Making those crazy eyes that make me smile And then you let your lips curl into a smile matching mine And show the small fragments of your teeth and you are beautiful. You are so content with sitting here, with oily salty potato slivers, With impersonations of milkshakes, and more importantly with me. I love you, and your tiny teeth, your short legs, your belly. Everyone says you resemble me, all your ticks, your mood swings Your ****** expressions, your desire to learn, your sweet tooth. You are a copy of me, a miniature me, but you are not really me. You are my brother, my blood but not my copy. I see the differences between us, the different upbringing, you know what A childhood means, you know fatherly love, and for this I am thankful,. I wish you more than me, more knowledge, love, confidence than me. I wish Mickey D's is better too, and that the economy doesn't go bust And that you could afford some fries and a milkshake for less than 10 bucks.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
Meditations and French Fries
Swirling a frosty straw Stuck up like a victory flag in winter ground With my lips wrapped around it I stare into this empty canvas of a vanilla malt And project my cartoonish headaches into it to devour it Oh those Scooby Doo monsters Shadows that lurk to cut my Tom & Jerry humor Only to formulate semblances of evil A Mojo JoJo caricature I then project into my milkshake His smirk haunts the smile of Tweety Bird In my Hanna-Barbara mindfield Colorful spirals of animated joys Let me know slurp Elmer Fudd shotgun That was mugging my creativity And robbed me of my motive Let me taste the refreshing winds That flow through the deserts of Road Runner Taking laps around my heart With its true intentions in a love letter I will never get Soon slurped and eaten to take away the thoughts And now I hope I can drink another To rip out the rest of the pain that in my heart
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Cartoon Headache Milkshake
well, I'm a foreign dialect, and musically uninclined, I'm the exoticism fetishized by old white men who want a Greek-Italian- Latina-Persian harem. I am the the voice that doesn't match the body, the long-limbed and quiet. My insides are not my outsides, my tenderness with them won't be afforded to you, not just yet. And I lick the wrapper on every dark chocolate bar, my O-mouth on every milkshake straw, knowing I am being watched
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
me
Hello Kara, how you doin' You wanted a poem, now here it is I know its a mess and full of ruin That's cause I'm not a poetry **** We should out for milkshakes one day Hopefully that day will be soon If I don't go to the Philippines Our drink will be later in June Milkshake, O Milkshakes Delicious drink for me Freshly made with no mistakes Enjoyed with great company
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Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 9:33 AM UTC
Milkshake
I saw us in that moment, three circles interwine in a venn diagram. Making me dry of words, just because in that moment I had nothing to make me dark. I never thought I could find what I just had a sip of and I have never been more thirsty. It's tea with no need for sugar, It's a perfect milkshake and an olive in the martini. Now you tell me, for my world is lost. What am I now suppose to write about?
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Tre
He loved it when she slid up to him, as sweet as a sprinkle doughnut - but now, something has befallen her, she's been burned or frozen, tastes more like cinnamon raisin; but by virtue of his firelit face and tall tales, he still gets invited out. _____________________________ He creaks upstairs an hour late, we are already tangled up on the back porch, smoking, and the liquor has made everything an economy of scale. He is a ray of sunshine. Tells us all the old groaners. The big fish. Ultimately says, "Happy birthday. Never let your guard down." and hobbles off, with barb-wire chafing his heel, and the rheumatic suspicion that "rest" and "wellness" are the fables taught to us by bogeymen, trying to convince us there are no bogeymen. I am a tender Twenty tonight. I want to twirl my fists in Muhammad Ali speedbag-spirals, saying, "I am the champion. Never undefended." But I am too drunk, and maybe too humiliated. God! He floats like painkillers. He stings like loss. There he is, the tall order, the iron giant: a two-story brainfreeze milkshake. I shudder, a pipsqueak of a prizefighter. The bucktoothed squirt at the icecream booth, too short to notice that there are only three flavours.
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 3:01 PM UTC
A Birthday Poem
Sugar rush rush rush oh yeah rush I have a sugar rush I deserve a coke and a nice cream bun oh yeah let's party on You see sugar hangs around at parties I wish it fucken wouldn't But it does you see it can pump up the young And provide muscle which Could later be celiate I love to have a sugar rush Like a nice finger bun with honey oh so tasty as I need to have a sugar rush Like a nice vanilla milkshake And a mud cake yeah it tastes so great What about bubble gum or Chewing gum the best items for your sugar rush You see ***** cranberry has Sugar as well as alcohol So you get your sugar rush and alcohol fix How cools that The reason why kids are hypo active because they have a sugar rush that happens every day Sugar rush rush rush oh yeah Come in to the witch's gingerbread house to taste more sugar to fatten you up But you must say to the witch You can't get me dude Sugar rush sugar rush Rush rush rush Enjoy sugar every day dudes Sent from my iPhone
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
sugar rush rush
the easter bunny is coming around hooray hooray coming to every house in town hooray hooray you see the easter bunny is coming round to give the kids chocolate oh yeah yeah mate yeah the easter bunny is here again you see the easter bunny starts in new zealand hooray hooray then goes to australia hooray hooray then he passes every country dropping chocolate in their houses yeah mate yeah the easter bunny is so cool he crosses over england and france hooray hooray then he goes from the carribean coast to the mighty USA hooray hooray overall he delivers 300 million easter eggs there could be more but who gives a heck then the easter bunny can enjoy his chocolate milkshake and an easter egg, saying overall he did a very good job you see i am a famous bunny who loves to fly around the sky, you see at the end of easter, the easter bunny takes a well earned break and now he can relax now everyone is eating chocolate
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
the easter bunny's journey
If I were an opened can of pop, You know what I'd be right now? Flat. That, Is a horrible thing to be, Cause you see, I am up and bubbly fresh, Now down, Gloomy doomy death. I am moss on crack, Growing out of floor, Covering the world, And wanting more. Cause you see, When a blind man falls, I like to laugh, Because he doesn't know when the ground Is going to hit him in the face, And when it does, He's so surprised Like "How the hell did you get all the way to my face?" Then I, come up to him Laughing, And say, "You met it halfway!" And run like a ***** But I'm flat, And that, ***** Like a straw set in a frosty milkshake, Set between two starry eyed lovebirds, And as they are about to indulge in the yumminess Of the creamy bounty before them, The eye of the guy, Catches the sight of the girl, Who's not sitting in front of him, Passing on the by, Catching his eye, And his girl is soon by his side, With a look on her face, That could stop a race, Dead in it's place, For the fear of the world coming apart at the seems, And he, knows, it. She knows what he thought When he saw what he saw, And when he stuttered and sputtered, She had heard it all, Just not in so many words, So much for these lovebirds. She said what she felt, He heard every word, Then she turned and sped out, He went quickly after, And every one heard what he tried to shout. And bursted into tears, At the humor that was there, Far less did his attempts, Even try to fare. It was told through the day, From ear to ear, "You had to be there" They said with tears. "But baby wait, This is too much, Come on, let's go back, Our milkshake hasn't even been touched!" And guess what? I feel like that straw, Feeling so lonely, Nerves getting raw, Listening to the fight, Knowing this ain't right, I should be cold, But with the heat of lips, Caught between sweet nothings, And sweeter sips. So you see, What I see? Feel, What I felt? How it just stood there, While the milkshake, It melt. Leaving it in a puddle, No one would drink, And being wasted like that, Poured down the sink. Makes you think. That, It must be horrible, To be, Flat.
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Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 10:45 PM UTC
Sweeter Sip Between Sweet Nothings, And This Was Not To Be.
If I were an opened can of pop, You know what I'd be right now? Flat. That, Is a horrible thing to be, Cause you see, I am up and bubbly fresh, Now down, Gloomy doomy death. I am moss on crack, Growing out of floor, Covering the world, And wanting more. Cause you see, When a blind man falls, I like to laugh, Because he doesn't know when the ground Is going to hit him in the face, And when it does, He's so surprised Like "How the hell did you get all the way to my face?" Then I, come up to him Laughing, And say, "You met it halfway!" And run like a ***** But I'm flat, And that, ***** Like a straw set in a frosty milkshake, Set between two starry eyed lovebirds, And as they are about to indulge in the yumminess Of the creamy bounty before them, The eye of the guy, Catches the sight of the girl, Who's not sitting in front of him, Passing on the by, Catching his eye, And his girl is soon by his side, With a look on her face, That could stop a race, Dead in it's place, For the fear of the world coming apart at the seems, And he, knows, it. She knows what he thought When he saw what he saw, And when he stuttered and sputtered, She had heard it all, Just not in so many words, So much for these lovebirds. She said what she felt, He heard every word, Then she turned and sped out, He went quickly after, And every one heard what he tried to shout. And bursted into tears, At the humor that was there, Far less did his attempts, Even try to fare. It was told through the day, From ear to ear, "You had to be there" They said with tears. "But baby wait, This is too much, Come on, let's go back, Our milkshake hasn't even been touched!" And guess what? I feel like that straw, Feeling so lonely, Nerves getting raw, Listening to the fight, Knowing this ain't right, I should be cold, But with the heat of lips, Caught between sweet nothings, And sweeter sips. So you see, What I see? Feel, What I felt? How it just stood there, While the milkshake, It melt. Leaving it in a puddle, No one would drink, And being wasted like that, Poured down the sink. Makes you think. That, It must be horrible, To be, Flat.
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you kidding me, right?   nachos? tacos? tortilla wraps?           guacamole molé molé? sombrero(s)...   the revised eastern european moustache?                     tequila! that's it?                well... not if you consider the second tier of soy boys - the ones that drink that... budscheiss that's          "der könig aus bier"... one word... no... actually two: CER-VE(H)-ZA(H) - probably the spanish word, that sounds better than all the other spanish words...      what did mexíxíxíxíco give us?    the orthodox script of a german beer:     yeast, hops, barley, malt, water... fizz: boom!    a fine summer's day...    mexíxíxíxíco beer? MALTED, BARLEY...      don't ask me how the genius figured out a smoothness so subtle,    that you actually had to shove a lime wedge into the neck of the bottle...   or, as i did - buying an almost litre sized bottle,    and a lime -   looking at this ***** goliath at the checkout thinking:    david?        am i david?     did we really enslave such people? david, meet goliath... goliath wanders off like some happy ****** giggling and brings another strawberry milkshake to the checkout...          so the west, enslaved these                            nearing 7ft Baobabs? king david's audacity,            nothing more... so i buy the CO(H)-RHO-NA(H), and a lime (30 pence a piece)... **** no knife... guess teeth will have to do... shove a whole lime in bits and bites and walk on...                    seriously? guacamole molé molé?          that's the best you can do? drinking a beer with lime... compared to the h'american budscheiss?            who... apart from the japanese... extracts alcohol... from: ******* rice!        malted, barley...                    whoever that sergio sanchez was...                hats off to him...      sometimes it's just nice... to take a break from the heavy cavalry, orthodoxy brew of german beers...    americans?      know jackshit about brewing a decent beer...    mexicans?               they put a lime in it! **** you have to drink it!
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
what was it that mexíco gave us
you kidding me, right?   nachos? tacos? tortilla wraps?           guacamole molé molé? sombrero(s)...   the revised eastern european moustache?                     tequila! that's it?                well... not if you consider the second tier of soy boys - the ones that drink that... budscheiss that's          "der könig aus bier"... one word... no... actually two: CER-VE(H)-ZA(H) - probably the spanish word, that sounds better than all the other spanish words...      what did mexíxíxíxíco give us?    the orthodox script of a german beer:     yeast, hops, barley, malt, water... fizz: boom!    a fine summer's day...    mexíxíxíxíco beer? MALTED, BARLEY...      don't ask me how the genius figured out a smoothness so subtle,    that you actually had to shove a lime wedge into the neck of the bottle...   or, as i did - buying an almost litre sized bottle,    and a lime -   looking at this ***** goliath at the checkout thinking:    david?        am i david?     did we really enslave such people? david, meet goliath... goliath wanders off like some happy ****** giggling and brings another strawberry milkshake to the checkout...          so the west, enslaved these                            nearing 7ft Baobabs? king david's audacity,            nothing more... so i buy the CO(H)-RHO-NA(H), and a lime (30 pence a piece)... **** no knife... guess teeth will have to do... shove a whole lime in bits and bites and walk on...                    seriously? guacamole molé molé?          that's the best you can do? drinking a beer with lime... compared to the h'american budscheiss?            who... apart from the japanese... extracts alcohol... from: ******* rice!        malted, barley...                    whoever that sergio sanchez was...                hats off to him...      sometimes it's just nice... to take a break from the heavy cavalry, orthodoxy brew of german beers...    americans?      know jackshit about brewing a decent beer...    mexicans?               they put a lime in it! **** you have to drink it!
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