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"pepe" poems
I join the game, I act so lame but, really I'm a troll and the tides take a toll I spout up dank memes until the non-memers scream and when pepe comes about, take the meme-haters out "stop, stop, noob!" they say while eating Doritos and singing away your 360 no scope can't **** me, cause honestly, your 'friend' is my secret trustee so bombard all you want fill me with hate the memers will meme on until it gets... late.          goodnight.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Dank Memes
Galit na galit ang asawa, anak at kababayan ni Pepe Pano nga naman, ang napulot ni Pepeng tatlong daang libo ay ibinalik sa may-ari... "Kung di mo ibinalik sana ay di na tayo magdidildil ng asin" ang may galit na sambit ng kanyang asawa... "Kung di mo ibinalik sana ama ay di na ako araw-araw maglalakad patungo sa eskwela" ang may paninising salita ng anak... "Kung di mo ibinalik sana Pepe di hindi na kayo maghihirap" ang may panghihinayang na usal ng kanyang mga kababayan... Tumingin sa kanila si Pepe at nagsalita "Aking asawa, aking anak, aking kababayan Hindi ang ganyang ugali ang nais kong inyong matutunan Dahil higit sa lahat nais kong inyong malaman Na hindi lang tayo sa lupa... nag-iipon ng YAMAN"... Written: November 30, 2011 @ 11:00 am Nom de plum: Mysterious Aries
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Yaman
Peco peco como papa como papa peco mientras pico a pepe con mi pico peco por que a pepe pico.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Trabalenguas eclesiástico
graceful as the orient but yet a western plant aloes are indigenous to the desert's rock and sand delicate white flowers or bold red on slender stems the flaming torches burning bring hummingbirds to them from the tiny Aloe Pepe to the mighty Century those plants upon a hillside are there for all to see there's the wierd Octopus Aloe small leafy plants appeal one type of Aloaceae has a pulp which soothes and heals in my father's cactus garden he has all types to show please sit in my Sanctuary where the lovely aloes grow SoulSurvivor (C) 6/19/2016
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Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
aloes
Loony Tunes Bugs Bunny is my favorite rabbit, watching him became my habit. He was smart, funny and two steps ahead, his popularity was very widespread. His best friend was Daffy Duck, he never did have the same luck. Rabbit season, duck season, rabbit season, duck season, watching them, I needed no reason. Speedy Gonzales was so very quick, this fast mouse was also a ***** Owned his own pizza place, won a gold metal, at the local rat race. Yosemite Sam was a short tempered man, killing Bugs and Daffy was always his plan. He's a liar, a cheat and a sore loser, maybe he should have been a drug user. Tasmanian Devil was a tornado of destruction, he never needed any kind of introduction. Foghorn Leghorn never saw a negative situation, I say, I say boy was his favorite quotation. Pepe Le Pew was a French skunk, women loved his smelly ***** Marvin The Martian was from Mars, his laser gun would leave you with scars. Tweety was an antagonizing canary, lived with Granny, and flew like a crafty fairy. Sylvester was Granny's pet cat, him and Tweety always went *** for tat. Road Runner was so very fast, said beep beep as Wile E Coyote he passed. Never fell for those Acme supplies, getting blown up was his ultimate demise. Porky Pig was just happy to be included, the, the that's all folks, is how this will be concluded.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Loony Tunes
Lizard King, on the bar, from rooftops and over your legacy you took a swirling a **** drunk on blood with a treacherous witch high off acid. Grabbing your junk and exposing your genitals onstage passing out, failing the test of life and yet making the grade. You became and overweight bearded ******* weary and heavy like your poetic incoherent rambles with a voice like Sinatra when you really wanted to, like your average intoxicated uncle when you gave less of a **** in the studio, recording frustrations while getting ******** Opening the doors to the eyes of delusion and distortion the crystal ship sailed without causing so much confusion as to who you are, who you were and who you aspired to be the next great American wordsmith, “Light My Fire” is a fine tune, please sing it for me, without cussing me out, calling me a sellout and everything in between. Breaking through to the other side of madness wheels falling off riding by your roadhouse blues some might say Val Kilmer made an even better you a mirror image of the decimated natives of your youth. Abruptly moved to France to be the next Pepe Le Pew but instead took a ****** bath to the afterlife. Some loved your talent, others thought you made a prettier corpse so tonight I’ll toast your legacy of leather pants frat boy good looks, ****** off rants, Raiders on the Storm and checking out right after Hendrix you inconsiderate ****** I still love you though, with my heart crossed dearly dearest quintessential ******* Jim Morrison.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
A Loving Poem to Jim (for those who knew him...)
Lizard King, on the bar, from rooftops and over your legacy you took a swirling a **** drunk on blood with a treacherous witch high off acid. Grabbing your junk and exposing your genitals onstage passing out, failing the test of life and yet making the grade. You became and overweight bearded ******* weary and heavy like your poetic incoherent rambles with a voice like Sinatra when you really wanted to, like your average intoxicated uncle when you gave less of a **** in the studio, recording frustrations while getting ******** Opening the doors to the eyes of delusion and distortion the crystal ship sailed without causing so much confusion as to who you are, who you were and who you aspired to be the next great American wordsmith, “Light My Fire” is a fine tune, please sing it for me, without cussing me out, calling me a sellout and everything in between. Breaking through to the other side of madness wheels falling off riding by your roadhouse blues some might say Val Kilmer made an even better you a mirror image of the decimated natives of your youth. Abruptly moved to France to be the next Pepe Le Pew but instead took a ****** bath to the afterlife. Some loved your talent, others thought you made a prettier corpse so tonight I’ll toast your legacy of leather pants frat boy good looks, ****** off rants, Raiders on the Storm and checking out right after Hendrix you inconsiderate ****** I still love you though, with my heart crossed dearly dearest quintessential ******* Jim Morrison.
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Sita smiles as i bring her a sandwich Two toasts with butter, ham, and cheese And yet sita smiles as if i've made her a 5 course meal Sita smiles as i make her a drink of my own recipe ‘Thank you pepe’ she says And brandishes a glass of mysterious content She hasn’t tasted it yet But still she smiles Sita cheers for me as i run down the soccer field She’s waiting for me with a hug, even after games i don't play From the bench I can see her smile Sita is waiting in the car i've known my whole life ‘How was school’ she says Always with a smile ‘I'm coming home Sita’ It's been 2 years since i've seen her She doesn’t ask when She doesn't ask how She smiles ‘I can't come home Sita’ It's the day after the flight i couldn’t get on She doesn’t ask when i can She doesn’t ask but I tell her how I missed it I tell her i love her and will see her soon She smiles It's been 3 years since i've seen her Sita tells me she has cancer I tell her she's the strongest person i know I love her She smiles ‘I promise i’ll fly out to new zealand to see you’ The last time we spoke She tells me she hates the food there I think about how i’ll make her a sandwich, like i used to I tell her it’ll be okay, she’ll be okay ‘I love you Sita, I promise I’ll see you soon’ She doesn’t ask when She doesn’t ask how Sita looks at me, the face I’ve known all my life And she smiles
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Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC
sita's smile
Swingy with my e-pe-tay This is the dance of wewe gay I shove it in and lunk it out Along your butt-crack do I spout THis is the sound, sound is of pepe I shook forlorn out of my wewe all the drips of ural seepy so that no more weepy when i pepe in my bed
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 11:56 PM UTC
Pepe Dance
Man, my head hurts, it feels like I've been hit by a freight train! What's that you say? It was raining kinky-women everywhere. I'm a super freak, I lost complete control, got out of hand, did a striptease in Tijuana last night!? **** that sunlight's bright, please close those blinds! What's that you say? I got in a little fight in Tijuana last night!? No wonder I've got this swelling, a huge black-eye! Hey, has anybody seen my wallet or my skivvies!? Jesus, who's matchbook is this!? "Pepe's Donkey Shack"! Who the hell's Lupita!? And you say I'm a freak!? It looks like you're the one who tweaked in Tijuana last night!!!
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
In Tijuana Last Night (You Tweaked)
when i first laid eyes on you you captivated me with you dark, round eyes and your full, brilliant lips only to speak even more brilliant things “FeelsGoodMan” you whispered to me and i caressed your green skin i saved many different versions of you for they were all so perfect i was there for you and you for me but one day you left me for my love was not enough to match the attention of millions of normies. yet still i love you although you left me and maybe you weren’t my first love probably not my last either you are the most important.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
pepe
Where do I start ? How come my Life has completely fallen apart ? Which emoji face should i pick from the chart ? I feel mad, sad, and overwhelmed. Constantly switching faces ever since the start. Who have I become? Why do i feel so dumb? I hear his shaking voice in my head, "I feel so comfortably numb". Signs and symptoms of the mentally ill. All this weight has pushed me to **** All for the thrill. Clean up on isle six, we got a spill. Melon chunks all over the floor. I tried to knock but you wouldn't answer the door. Now look at all the Caution tape wrapped around this store. Money is the root of all evil and you are its ***** Cleaning up brains is now an everyday chore. Too many victims to keep track of the score. Why am I writing this? I've read this once before. Deja vu smoking with pepe le pew. Please take me back to the good ol days that I once knew. Happy days that feel so true. Memories lost out of the blue. Leaving its waste in a trail of lies.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
Dead thoughts
Maliwanag ang tanawin sa obrang larawan, naging aking durungawan - naroo’t buhay pa – lumilipad nang matayog ang mga saranggola ng libong mga Pepe at Pilar, tuloy-tuloy na abakada ng kinalimutang kasaysayan. Sa likod ng paanyaya ng luntiang bukirin, kung saan ang manunugtog ay tila may alay na lumang paulit-ulit na harana, pilit sumiksik sa tinataklubang ala-ala ang mapait na wakas ng isang sa himig ay kasama, sa panahon ng ating ngayon, wari ko ba’y kani-kanina.   Sa isang sulok ng pinutol na puno nakasilip – ang malungkot na kuwento Ang gitara ng isang bilanggong lider-obrero:           Tunay na marahas           ang kanyang naging wakas.           Pinaghinalaang droga isinuksok.           Sa narinig na kaluskos sa loob           ng iyong dibdib na kahoy, dinurog           ang lahat ng ala-alang kinukupkop           Labing-isang taon ka nang kanugnog,           kakosa sa pagtulog           sa isang iglap, daig pa ang binugbog           Pantugtog ay tinokhang ng mga tanod.           Sa ‘yong bagting na sumaliw sa koro           Kahit nilagot ng karahasan at maling akala           Lubos pa ring nagpapasalamat ang madla. Ako’y nagsusumamo sa kudyapi ng malayang ninuno Ang mga tula, awit at mga huni ng mga ibong katutubo, sabay sa tudyuhan ng mga kulilis at palaka sa ilog at puno. Ang ating kalikasan ay pamayanang may kalinangan nawa'y manatiling singsigla ng tapis na tinalak sa parang. May pangako ang mga bagong usbong sa pinutol na lauan. Ang noon at ngayon ay tila magkatipan – Sa tipang bagong tunog – na sa baybayin ay tinuran, para sa kinabukasan ng bayan. Halina’t kahit putulin ang kwerdas ng kalakarang malupit At nakakulong ang mga ibong marikit Kailanma’y hindi mapipigilan kahit saglit Patuloy tayo sa malayang pagtula’t pag-awit Hanggang Kalayaan ay ating makamit.
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Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC
Parangal Sa Pinatay Na Gitara At Panalangin Sa Ninunong Kudyapi
Maliwanag ang tanawin sa obrang larawan, naging aking durungawan - naroo’t buhay pa – lumilipad nang matayog ang mga saranggola ng libong mga Pepe at Pilar, tuloy-tuloy na abakada ng kinalimutang kasaysayan. Sa likod ng paanyaya ng luntiang bukirin, kung saan ang manunugtog ay tila may alay na lumang paulit-ulit na harana, pilit sumiksik sa tinataklubang ala-ala ang mapait na wakas ng isang sa himig ay kasama, sa panahon ng ating ngayon, wari ko ba’y kani-kanina.   Sa isang sulok ng pinutol na puno nakasilip – ang malungkot na kuwento Ang gitara ng isang bilanggong lider-obrero:           Tunay na marahas           ang kanyang naging wakas.           Pinaghinalaang droga isinuksok.           Sa narinig na kaluskos sa loob           ng iyong dibdib na kahoy, dinurog           ang lahat ng ala-alang kinukupkop           Labing-isang taon ka nang kanugnog,           kakosa sa pagtulog           sa isang iglap, daig pa ang binugbog           Pantugtog ay tinokhang ng mga tanod.           Sa ‘yong bagting na sumaliw sa koro           Kahit nilagot ng karahasan at maling akala           Lubos pa ring nagpapasalamat ang madla. Ako’y nagsusumamo sa kudyapi ng malayang ninuno Ang mga tula, awit at mga huni ng mga ibong katutubo, sabay sa tudyuhan ng mga kulilis at palaka sa ilog at puno. Ang ating kalikasan ay pamayanang may kalinangan nawa'y manatiling singsigla ng tapis na tinalak sa parang. May pangako ang mga bagong usbong sa pinutol na lauan. Ang noon at ngayon ay tila magkatipan – Sa tipang bagong tunog – na sa baybayin ay tinuran, para sa kinabukasan ng bayan. Halina’t kahit putulin ang kwerdas ng kalakarang malupit At nakakulong ang mga ibong marikit Kailanma’y hindi mapipigilan kahit saglit Patuloy tayo sa malayang pagtula’t pag-awit Hanggang Kalayaan ay ating makamit.
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What the **** is Cuck? It’s a brand new ***** word If you’ve been called a cuck You should know that you’ve been slurred You may have come across it While browsing the Interweb And seen it used insultingly When describing a Bush called Jeb It’s short for the old word Cuckhold But given a new spin It’s used to insult someone who’s committed the Political Correctness sin. If I may be declarative, The word is simply horrible, Be ye liberal or conservative I’d say it’s quite deplorable The Donald is no cuck, for sure When he utters dog whistles like this - If he says “blood comes out of her ‘whatever’” The true meaning you just can’t miss Or when he said the Second Amendment People Might take care of our dear Hillary Of whom he impugned would eliminate guns And promised that he would pillory Apologies are for sissies Don’t wait for a pivot or turn Was it voter suppression that rigged the election? One day, we may learn Cuck is the word of the day Like some chirp made by Pepe the Frog A new epithet from the far alt-right Who follow our new demagogue
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
Cuck
The Skunk Black, white, striped, memories of 'Pepe lePue', the Gallon d'Or is circling a room on a TV muted. Back ground noise and a furious well comes from the kitchen. The skunk has invaded the first and last right of the house.
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
Honey, I Shrunk Christmas
Wanderlust is such a romanticized term. It has such a beautiful air of brilliance. A word associated with travel and experiencing the best of life. What they don't tell you is the heavy side. The side where you can travel the whole world and still feel nothing. The part that feels aimless and empty. The dizzying feeling of dread that nothing will ever be good enough. If I can't find joy eating cacio e pepe in the heart of Rome, or exploring castles in Scotland, will I ever find joy? It makes you wonder why we wander when nothing seems to fill that hollowness in your heart. Not people, places, food, or things - nothing. Not only am I wandering the world but my soul also wanders for a place to rest, a place to call home. Nothing seems to fit. Nothing seems to feel right. Why am I cursed to wander when to most it is a blessing? -t.s.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
Defining Wander
The Memes. What are they. Maybe it is Pepe the frog making you cry. Maybe it is Ugandan Knuckles making you question if you know the wheh. Maybe it is grumpy cat making you grumpy of everyone around you. Maybe it is Doge and his rainbow "sentences"  making you forget how to talk. Who knows.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Da Memez
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! The words I hear, How they sink within, so deep it is Be quiet, be quiet, I must Because of helping, I get this pay Maybe I should, Just keep my mouth closed Shut up! I must. Shut up! Shut up! Even when I sleep, The words just cause me not to sleep In the morning, in the night I can’t take it anymore I need to fix the problem with my tongue. Shut up! I thank me, oh only me, Just to meditate, I sit with me, No distraction, no confusion I just do me. Me, myself and I, solely care George, Jorge and Pepe, I only see No one else in my mind, I’ll be much better, I surely would Shut up! Shut up! I’ll hear no more. Shut up! Shut up! What’s that I hear? Oh wait, that’s not for me, Of course it isn’t. I’ll keep this going, My concentration going, No one else to say, Shut up! Shut up!
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Shut Up!