"offerin" poems - Hello Poetry

yo need yo-self some coverage what if you get in a ax-e-dent I got a little something for you...... I’m pimpin pauly a financial planner insurance guru no ones badder he’s ****** with your lame rates offerin you better bank states better call for quote dog don’t forget to say thanks I’m pimpin pauly – I’m pauly pimpin sendin him diff-rent clients on the real tip lookin to save for a dope trip maybe you got your throat ripped he works with HMO’s, ***** savin dollas makin ya holla give him a calla no mo shoppin middle of the malla wont fall-a be a balla I’m pimpin Pauly –

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Mar 26, 2015

Mar 26, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

Pimpin' Pauly

yo need yo-self some coverage what if you get in a ax-e-dent I got a little something for you...... I’m pimpin pauly a financial planner insurance guru no ones badder he’s ****** with your lame rates offerin you better bank states better call for quote dog don’t forget to say thanks I’m pimpin pauly – I’m pauly pimpin sendin him diff-rent clients on the real tip lookin to save for a dope trip maybe you got your throat ripped he works with HMO’s, ***** savin dollas makin ya holla give him a calla no mo shoppin middle of the malla wont fall-a be a balla I’m pimpin Pauly –

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Corn Mash cookin' in the Georgia Pines Mash fumes rising to a Chilled Copper line Turning into a stream of droplets..... Dripping steady to a Mason Jar Boxed up in the Trunk of an Old Rusted Chevy Car With the Engine Bored and The Suspension Heavy.... Made to handle old back roads Offerin' up a taste to them of 'Shine Goes down like the Devils Fire 'n Burns ya like a Hell Fire Sermon Standin' on a back road In that hot Georgia sun Cash Swaps Hands, the Sale is Done Lightening kicks up some Nasty moods Over Who's wrong and Who's right 'Til its blood on a Saturday Night All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC

ShamusDeyo

Blood on a Saturday Night

Corn Mash cookin' in the Georgia Pines Mash fumes rising to a Chilled Copper line Turning into a stream of droplets..... Dripping steady to a Mason Jar Boxed up in the Trunk of an Old Rusted Chevy Car With the Engine Bored and The Suspension Heavy.... Made to handle old back roads Offerin' up a taste to them of 'Shine Goes down like the Devils Fire 'n Burns ya like a Hell Fire Sermon Standin' on a back road In that hot Georgia sun Cash Swaps Hands, the Sale is Done Lightening kicks up some Nasty moods Over Who's wrong and Who's right 'Til its blood on a Saturday Night All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

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Two cents anyone? I've got two cents here for sale. I'll sell you two cents for one cent, now have we got a deal? If that's not enough, then you can have them for free. They've just been burning a hole in my pocket, no but really. Still you're not interested? Well you drive a hard bargain. I'll pay you to take them, now that's what I'm offerin'. Two bucks and two cents, that makes $2.02. Just listen to me for a second, hey now just won't you?

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

JDK

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Two cents anyone? I've got two cents here for sale. I'll sell you two cents for one cent, now have we got a deal? If that's not enough, then you can have them for free. They've just been burning a hole in my pocket, no but really. Still you're not interested? Well you drive a hard bargain. I'll pay you to take them, now that's what I'm offerin'. Two bucks and two cents, that makes $2.02. Just listen to me for a second, hey now just won't you?

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ran myself up on the land chasin' the dark black storm cracked my rudders straight in half fightin' them waves off shore, i's up in the early morning hours makin' sure the house not burnin down, 20 minutes there and back to try and prove something more no sleep for a week 'cause i'm worried 'bout a question, the one that no one wants to answer an' drives the nail in could love a girl to pieces but she ain't nothin more than the warmth she gives an' the way she consoles i've wrapped around him tired and sore but i've been here, i've been here just bones and shreds offerin' up myself in as many ways as I can before that just ain't enough anymore and it never is, the heart and soul it never is.

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Dec 13, 2016

Dec 13, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC

broooke

girls & deals.

ran myself up on the land chasin' the dark black storm cracked my rudders straight in half fightin' them waves off shore, i's up in the early morning hours makin' sure the house not burnin down, 20 minutes there and back to try and prove something more no sleep for a week 'cause i'm worried 'bout a question, the one that no one wants to answer an' drives the nail in could love a girl to pieces but she ain't nothin more than the warmth she gives an' the way she consoles i've wrapped around him tired and sore but i've been here, i've been here just bones and shreds offerin' up myself in as many ways as I can before that just ain't enough anymore and it never is, the heart and soul it never is.

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