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Zachary Jan 2014
good
rid
dunce
i broke it up not to pre
nounce  
what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce
thats the exact reason why i cant fill this *****
you said only take whats given
but id rather live and deal with sinnin
so you know there is still work to be done
living life is happy when you're ******* a nun
treat her to dinner or go finger the sun
youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
its a favor and its been for granted
lets leave her name down as planted
its stuck as tho my ink can manage
taped to my heart like a bandage
anchored to my soul ive been drowned *****
pull the ******* plug because im now damaged
finished now start as if he planned this
its temper does flare
as those lucky spineless dentures stare
im sorry to disrepute the oldie
but ***** could drive a fast in a fourty if it was for thee
to be on time
but it was for me
it was a trigger and finger that she will now never adore he
good
rid
dunce
i broke it up not to pre
nounce  
what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce
thats the exact reason why i cant fill this when it counts
you said only take whats given
but id rather live and deal with sinnin
so you know there is still work to be done
living life is happy when you're ******* a nun
treat her to dinner or go finger the sun
youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
ManVsYard Nov 2014
How can I stop,
this lead filled shaft,
from texting about lies?
Spreading words that
expose some truths.

Order:
Cheese, burger and fries.


Orders to desist,
from the right-thought cops,
make my wood wand, wiggle
spurting tiny dots
on paper.
Some puns, to make one, jiggle.

Onions, mustard.
Halitosis.
How, this parch-
ment does stink!
No more fragrant
lines that clatter;
old stained platter in the sink.

Bold pro-nounce-ments.
Dec-la-ra-tions.
Little ditties, catchy rhymes.
Freaky fables,
twisted gristers.
Mills churning, fruit, from ripe vines.

Meals of corn gruel.
New! Eye candy.
Salivate on par-a-graphs.
Drooling foolish
in - u - endos.
Reveal wisdoms: walked down paths.

Rebuilding brains,
is the point,
of these obscure, obscene words.
Lettuce listen
to the crunching
of our inner munching herds.

Power surging,
from vibrations
as the cantor, picks up pace.
A light comes on.
Awaken- ness!
Gulp! Right in the nick of time.

Ps. It is a RACE.
...
..
.



her love was like
eating
an
cold
biscuit

mustard
in
the
wood
shed
am
i

yes

am
pro
nounce
me right
love me
or learn
to fight
hama
ham
ah
hammer down
my love on her love
?




...
..
.
she tagged us
...
..
.

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