"pisser" poems - Hello Poetry

Thank you ~ for a life not to trade blessings, in spades tight spaces behind laundry doors packed closets and open drawers gator tails, tarnished brass cracks in kitchen sliding glass wet towels, withering plants foundation filled with carpenter ants buckets piled with shoes and tags village clothes and saddlebags peeling paint and broken walls ****** seats in bathroom stalls clogged pantry frigid rooms table scribe and carbon fumes comfort capsules empty tanks broken limbs from children’s pranks **** finger double tongue long goodbyes and sidewalk dung cluster flies chavie’ clique accompanying the hypocrite cracked back and hidden smiles chalk on board with mr miles atomic wedgies closing doors wrotten eggs and open sores jaw jack nasty folk dinner calls for pig in poke penny pinchers double dip yellow mouth and silver tip brown nosers thick red tape paper cuts and pimple nape gallivants so out of norm the joy of life… in basic form

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Jan 14, 2017

Jan 14, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC

ck-baker

cultivation of gratitude

Thank you ~ for a life not to trade blessings, in spades tight spaces behind laundry doors packed closets and open drawers gator tails, tarnished brass cracks in kitchen sliding glass wet towels, withering plants foundation filled with carpenter ants buckets piled with shoes and tags village clothes and saddlebags peeling paint and broken walls ****** seats in bathroom stalls clogged pantry frigid rooms table scribe and carbon fumes comfort capsules empty tanks broken limbs from children’s pranks **** finger double tongue long goodbyes and sidewalk dung cluster flies chavie’ clique accompanying the hypocrite cracked back and hidden smiles chalk on board with mr miles atomic wedgies closing doors wrotten eggs and open sores jaw jack nasty folk dinner calls for pig in poke penny pinchers double dip yellow mouth and silver tip brown nosers thick red tape paper cuts and pimple nape gallivants so out of norm the joy of life… in basic form

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Return trip from the borderlands and Maria, she's driving though she's had a little too much based on the tremors and the listless drift of the party bus from left lane to right. I'm in my Chuck Taylor's, the Warhols, the $795 collector's, thumbing through my girlfriend's Facebook timeline. She just bought a Picasso, a self-portrait. I want to stab her with the long end of my ****** shoes. They're on the carpeted floor. Jenny's on the carpeted floor too. I roll her on her side so she doesn't choke on her own ***** Hero. The path lights overhead start blinking and somebody, Kate or Kristen, I get them mixed up, starts screaming, "Strobe." We're in the left lane going ninety, ninety-five. The right lane looks weak. Jenny mumbles something as I step over her. "What's that?" I ask. "Read the quiet book. Love the quiet book. the whole human experience captured in twenty-six scattered symbols." Someone's in the ****** laughing. We go into a tunnel and everything goes quiet and thoughtful and black. Breathe in through the nose and out the same way. Click the heels together and wait.

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC

jj-hutton

Post-Bachelorette

Return trip from the borderlands and Maria, she's driving though she's had a little too much based on the tremors and the listless drift of the party bus from left lane to right. I'm in my Chuck Taylor's, the Warhols, the $795 collector's, thumbing through my girlfriend's Facebook timeline. She just bought a Picasso, a self-portrait. I want to stab her with the long end of my ****** shoes. They're on the carpeted floor. Jenny's on the carpeted floor too. I roll her on her side so she doesn't choke on her own ***** Hero. The path lights overhead start blinking and somebody, Kate or Kristen, I get them mixed up, starts screaming, "Strobe." We're in the left lane going ninety, ninety-five. The right lane looks weak. Jenny mumbles something as I step over her. "What's that?" I ask. "Read the quiet book. Love the quiet book. the whole human experience captured in twenty-six scattered symbols." Someone's in the ****** laughing. We go into a tunnel and everything goes quiet and thoughtful and black. Breathe in through the nose and out the same way. Click the heels together and wait.

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Je voulais tout supprimer et puis me pendre J’ai préféré écrire J’ai marché dix kilomètres dans un Paris assommé de tristesse J’ai vu des enfants aux crânes ruisselant de sueur, des vieux puant l’urine flétrie et des amoureux aux manches rétrécies par l’infinie similitude de leurs journées d’hiver J'ai erré dans le froid glacial d'une banlieue endormie Failli tomber trois fois Souri à une gamine en manteau couleur rose bonbon J'ai pas mangé, ingurgité un litre de vin sur le balcon des enfants morts J'ai pas parlé, je me suis juste évanouie J'ai voyagé dans vos souterrains les yeux rivés vers les étoiles Le lapin suspendu au fil à linge de la cave se vidait de son sang dans la bassine rouge Tu peux ****** sur moi, je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux me fracasser la tête contre ton sale radiateur poussiéreux, je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux me cracher dessus, je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux tout me dire, je promets je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux me frapper encore un peu, encore plus fort, tu peux te venger sur moi, sur la tête de ma sale conne de mère, je te jure, je ne dirai rien tout Je ne dirai rien du tout Embrasse-moi et puis après si tu veux, je te laisserai faire tout ce que tu veux Tu fais quoi, là Fais quelque chose, fais-moi quelque chose T'es une jolie fille, intelligente en plus, tu fais juste un peu peur de temps en temps, quand t'écris, tu fais peur Alors coupe-moi les mains Je t'en supplie, coupe-moi les mains Je promets je ne dirai rien, je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux ****** sur moi, je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux me fracasser la tête contre ton sale radiateur poussiéreux, je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux me cracher dessus, je promets je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux tout me dire, je promets je ne dirai rien du tout Tu peux me frapper encore un peu, encore plus fort, tu peux te venger sur moi, sur la tête de ma sale conne de mère, je te jure, je ne dirai rien du tout Fais- moi mal Fais- moi très mal Je ne veux juste pas y aller. (Alors sauve-la)

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Mar 25, 2012

Mar 25, 2012 at 6:49 AM UTC

Transferred attention some where else Then lost my train of thought, Added an item to my list Of stuff I should have bought. Forgot to say those silly things That make it all worth while, And found myself in jockey shorts With a lost and vacant smile. Left the toothbrush in the toilet And the razor in the lounge, Fed the dog the ****** cat food And the goldfish had to scrounge. Woke up early on the weekend And slept in late for work, Is it really any wonder That my wife has gone beserk ? Distracted moments come and go As life progresses on, But in these periods of bewilderment Have I come or have I gone ? The confusion is annoying It's like emerging from the mist And embarrassed explanations Leave my kid's expression ****** Conversations breeze along I'm having trouble with the terms The children utter gibberish Which I've no desire to learn. My old friends speak in whispers Quite impossible to hear And the clink of moving cutlery Keeps dinner parties from my ear. I guess a change is needed Maybe, a less demanding day, Where physicality is really secondary Where exhaustion doesn't play. Where the bodies limitations Are tempered to the task And a moderated output Is, perhaps, the best that you can ask. I've lost my sense of humour The world is racing by too fast, This mobile phone's a nightmare And ****** TV remotes I'm past. And whatever happened to coffee At my favourite Bridge cafe ? Now the order is for decaff, No cream, half strength, moccha frappe !! Age is such a ****** It's asset is it's stealth, One moment you're a titan The next you've lost your health. One moment you've got flowing locks The next you're bald and grim, Is it any ****** wonder That growing old is such a sin. Marshalg Grumping@theBach Mangere Bridge 10 August 2009

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Feb 1, 2010

Feb 1, 2010 at 5:56 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Ageing

Transferred attention some where else Then lost my train of thought, Added an item to my list Of stuff I should have bought. Forgot to say those silly things That make it all worth while, And found myself in jockey shorts With a lost and vacant smile. Left the toothbrush in the toilet And the razor in the lounge, Fed the dog the ****** cat food And the goldfish had to scrounge. Woke up early on the weekend And slept in late for work, Is it really any wonder That my wife has gone beserk ? Distracted moments come and go As life progresses on, But in these periods of bewilderment Have I come or have I gone ? The confusion is annoying It's like emerging from the mist And embarrassed explanations Leave my kid's expression ****** Conversations breeze along I'm having trouble with the terms The children utter gibberish Which I've no desire to learn. My old friends speak in whispers Quite impossible to hear And the clink of moving cutlery Keeps dinner parties from my ear. I guess a change is needed Maybe, a less demanding day, Where physicality is really secondary Where exhaustion doesn't play. Where the bodies limitations Are tempered to the task And a moderated output Is, perhaps, the best that you can ask. I've lost my sense of humour The world is racing by too fast, This mobile phone's a nightmare And ****** TV remotes I'm past. And whatever happened to coffee At my favourite Bridge cafe ? Now the order is for decaff, No cream, half strength, moccha frappe !! Age is such a ****** It's asset is it's stealth, One moment you're a titan The next you've lost your health. One moment you've got flowing locks The next you're bald and grim, Is it any ****** wonder That growing old is such a sin. Marshalg Grumping@theBach Mangere Bridge 10 August 2009

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The sadness continues and hilarity ensues: With a close eye on the test tube, I burn down my venues. Foxes and diamonds from the cancer within you Grace my ****** health with phrases that spin you and Body-parts scattered beside collapsed ladders with Hair torn and tattered and dog jawbones shattered, Deceived by a tarot-card-reading man with a hook hand Who said the scam was a means to increase public demand Before walking through sewers to see old friends skewered On trees made of wire with leaves like computers From Silicon valley rejects who were top of their classes, Oblivious to the fact that they're dead to the masses, Who only want cellphones that tell them their names, So they can remember who they are and from whence they came And how old they will be on their final birthdays, When sunlight and skies will be fluorescence and X-rays And children will tell all their mothers to die slow, Because they're looking for something more loving than "I know How much you hate yourself and the world surrounding Because the applause at your funeral won't be resounding, Plus your father loves alcohol more than your sister, Who you may not have known, had your father not missed her, Which is why all the walls are covered in blisters And there are cat's eyes and hands peering out of the ****** To which there is no reply, save for incredulity, For as we collectively die, you all put on all your jewelry, Which was made by a child with no concept of labor, Who gets less respect than sweater-vest wearing men in the paper Who get there by switching the flow and catching the vapors, Like sentient parasites or intelligent tapeworms Who tell me it's unhealthy to meet someone and hate her Simply because when I look at her all I see is the savior.

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Feb 17, 2011

Feb 17, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC

mellow-ds

Track-Marks

The sadness continues and hilarity ensues: With a close eye on the test tube, I burn down my venues. Foxes and diamonds from the cancer within you Grace my ****** health with phrases that spin you and Body-parts scattered beside collapsed ladders with Hair torn and tattered and dog jawbones shattered, Deceived by a tarot-card-reading man with a hook hand Who said the scam was a means to increase public demand Before walking through sewers to see old friends skewered On trees made of wire with leaves like computers From Silicon valley rejects who were top of their classes, Oblivious to the fact that they're dead to the masses, Who only want cellphones that tell them their names, So they can remember who they are and from whence they came And how old they will be on their final birthdays, When sunlight and skies will be fluorescence and X-rays And children will tell all their mothers to die slow, Because they're looking for something more loving than "I know How much you hate yourself and the world surrounding Because the applause at your funeral won't be resounding, Plus your father loves alcohol more than your sister, Who you may not have known, had your father not missed her, Which is why all the walls are covered in blisters And there are cat's eyes and hands peering out of the ****** To which there is no reply, save for incredulity, For as we collectively die, you all put on all your jewelry, Which was made by a child with no concept of labor, Who gets less respect than sweater-vest wearing men in the paper Who get there by switching the flow and catching the vapors, Like sentient parasites or intelligent tapeworms Who tell me it's unhealthy to meet someone and hate her Simply because when I look at her all I see is the savior.

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Waiting for superman She's got everything else Wishes like a paper plane Throw them like hands dealt I got all this single frames Captures more then hell If penny's were made for wishes Then dollars would never fail How desperate are our needs Pay it forward to tell the tale Figure how trigger words Speak bigger towards Little kids or mini ****** Friends like me who want to be What is more then what we see glimer of a Gimp liquor, trying to sniff quicker then Sneak mixers into the bar so they can **** they still out there looking for fixers, taking pills to get stiffers Sure im the one whos sicker is this your trick here? Right hand full of dreams Had a hand left with ****** sinner is in misery ***** you cant even play elixer hold my hand why i choke slam all our plans of scam blasphemy is only for man

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC

zachary-2

han ful of pissr

Waiting for superman She's got everything else Wishes like a paper plane Throw them like hands dealt I got all this single frames Captures more then hell If penny's were made for wishes Then dollars would never fail How desperate are our needs Pay it forward to tell the tale Figure how trigger words Speak bigger towards Little kids or mini ****** Friends like me who want to be What is more then what we see glimer of a Gimp liquor, trying to sniff quicker then Sneak mixers into the bar so they can **** they still out there looking for fixers, taking pills to get stiffers Sure im the one whos sicker is this your trick here? Right hand full of dreams Had a hand left with ****** sinner is in misery ***** you cant even play elixer hold my hand why i choke slam all our plans of scam blasphemy is only for man

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Minigranater af sølv; boblevand af guld; øjne med diamanter; Et land for sig selv med landskaber af blå trekanter og hvide firkanter og fulde mennesker. Venner på bakken Kærester blandt musikken Fjender ved toiletterne Fordampet carbamid, knust benzoylmethylecgonin og lunken ethanol. N/L/K/P/East osv. Årh Roskilda du er så fin og jeg er forelsket i dig, selvom du ****** på mig og jeg kun ser dig en gang om året. Det er en kort kærlighedsnovelle, men er du vanvittig det er en historie mine børnebørn vil få fortalt.

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC

llcb

UGE 25

Minigranater af sølv; boblevand af guld; øjne med diamanter; Et land for sig selv med landskaber af blå trekanter og hvide firkanter og fulde mennesker. Venner på bakken Kærester blandt musikken Fjender ved toiletterne Fordampet carbamid, knust benzoylmethylecgonin og lunken ethanol. N/L/K/P/East osv. Årh Roskilda du er så fin og jeg er forelsket i dig, selvom du ****** på mig og jeg kun ser dig en gang om året. Det er en kort kærlighedsnovelle, men er du vanvittig det er en historie mine børnebørn vil få fortalt.

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(((( )))) • ~ /\ /\ •• The greatest thing about being in the basement of the mansion Is that you know there's no escape so there's no pressure on you & it's just like being free •• Here in the basement of the mansion Wisdom and Stupidity are the same And therefore so are Love & Hate so one can simply accept serenely All that is happening •• Because there is no Excitement here to Disturb our tranquility It doesn't bother us when they Take us out of here Never to return •• Seeing another thing die Is no problem No big deal We just dump them in the hole With the **** and **** And all is well •• Love So pure ! We have put it all together ! Ya put the hard ****** into the Hairy hole And presto ! LOVE ! •• I love the closet In the basement Of the mansion ! I don't care no more That I can't leave !

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

in the basement of the mansion /// # 4

(((( )))) • ~ /\ /\ •• The greatest thing about being in the basement of the mansion Is that you know there's no escape so there's no pressure on you & it's just like being free •• Here in the basement of the mansion Wisdom and Stupidity are the same And therefore so are Love & Hate so one can simply accept serenely All that is happening •• Because there is no Excitement here to Disturb our tranquility It doesn't bother us when they Take us out of here Never to return •• Seeing another thing die Is no problem No big deal We just dump them in the hole With the **** and **** And all is well •• Love So pure ! We have put it all together ! Ya put the hard ****** into the Hairy hole And presto ! LOVE ! •• I love the closet In the basement Of the mansion ! I don't care no more That I can't leave !

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(((( )))) 0 ~ / ( • ) \ /\ ( ordinary thing ) • The rule that if a he / thing's **** thing Was Hard Would lead to punishment Caused the He / thing's To start rubbing their **** things Whenever they got hard One day a he / thing With a hard ****** Accidentally bumped against Another He / thing And the ****** wedged between his legs And went up into his **** hole !! and lo ! It exploded and came safely back To normal //// WOW ! THAT WAS QUEER he said //// The other he / thing Said WELL IT DIDNT BOTHER ME IN FACT IT MADE ME FEEL SORTA GOOD! ALMOST GAY !! ///// YEAH Said the other he / thing GAY SOUNDS BETTER THAN QUEER

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

from the basement of the mansion /// #3

(((( )))) 0 ~ / ( • ) \ /\ ( ordinary thing ) • The rule that if a he / thing's **** thing Was Hard Would lead to punishment Caused the He / thing's To start rubbing their **** things Whenever they got hard One day a he / thing With a hard ****** Accidentally bumped against Another He / thing And the ****** wedged between his legs And went up into his **** hole !! and lo ! It exploded and came safely back To normal //// WOW ! THAT WAS QUEER he said //// The other he / thing Said WELL IT DIDNT BOTHER ME IN FACT IT MADE ME FEEL SORTA GOOD! ALMOST GAY !! ///// YEAH Said the other he / thing GAY SOUNDS BETTER THAN QUEER

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lookin for me ____ But I AM REAL '& I AM HERE ;;; lost summer day The sacred battlefield On and on We say that we want love WHO COULD BELIEVE (?) It's really hard to see That you are even here at all /// ( love is more than the accidental meeting Of genitals That you don't seem to know this is Strange ! ! ) :;: Of course That you don't really know ANYTHING ! is also strange ::: little tape recorders ! Repeating what we are told ! Trying to teach others To **** On command // And All This with me right here ! ::: what a ****** ! ( and then we go & dump the **** - *** in the street ! )

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

...lookin for Jesus (?) /// ya should be

lookin for me ____ But I AM REAL '& I AM HERE ;;; lost summer day The sacred battlefield On and on We say that we want love WHO COULD BELIEVE (?) It's really hard to see That you are even here at all /// ( love is more than the accidental meeting Of genitals That you don't seem to know this is Strange ! ! ) :;: Of course That you don't really know ANYTHING ! is also strange ::: little tape recorders ! Repeating what we are told ! Trying to teach others To **** On command // And All This with me right here ! ::: what a ****** ! ( and then we go & dump the **** - *** in the street ! )

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(((( )))) o ~ /\ /\ ( american man ) • The he / thing was staring at the She / thing's hairy hole LOOK ! MY **** THING IS GETTING HARD ! //// She came over and touched it and it exploded ! & this sticky stuff getting all over everything But at least his **** thing went back to normal • He leaned against the wall and thought and thought YOU KNOW IT AINT SO BAD HERE SURE I WISH THERE WAS HOLES OR SOMETHING IN THE WALLS SO WE COULD SEE OUT BUT AT LEAST THERE'S THE HOLE IN THE FLOOR TO SHOOT OUR **** AND **** INTO SO IT DONT SMELL SO BAD SO I GUESS WHOEVER STUCK US HERE ARE OKAY //// He thought YA KNOW WHEN THE SHE / THING TOUCHED MY HARD ****** AND OUT COME THE STICKY STUFF! IT WASNT SO BAD ! MAYBE I CAN GET HER TO DO IT AGAIN ! //// YEAH IT AINT SO BAD HERE ! • WHY ARE SOME OF THE THINGS COMPLAINING ALL THE TIME !

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

from the basement of the mansion /// # 2

(((( )))) o ~ /\ /\ ( american man ) • The he / thing was staring at the She / thing's hairy hole LOOK ! MY **** THING IS GETTING HARD ! //// She came over and touched it and it exploded ! & this sticky stuff getting all over everything But at least his **** thing went back to normal • He leaned against the wall and thought and thought YOU KNOW IT AINT SO BAD HERE SURE I WISH THERE WAS HOLES OR SOMETHING IN THE WALLS SO WE COULD SEE OUT BUT AT LEAST THERE'S THE HOLE IN THE FLOOR TO SHOOT OUR **** AND **** INTO SO IT DONT SMELL SO BAD SO I GUESS WHOEVER STUCK US HERE ARE OKAY //// He thought YA KNOW WHEN THE SHE / THING TOUCHED MY HARD ****** AND OUT COME THE STICKY STUFF! IT WASNT SO BAD ! MAYBE I CAN GET HER TO DO IT AGAIN ! //// YEAH IT AINT SO BAD HERE ! • WHY ARE SOME OF THE THINGS COMPLAINING ALL THE TIME !

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*** blomstrede Engang for ham *** er en død rose nu De ****** på blomsterne Henne i byens park Men *** skal blomstre En dag I en anden Der skal du blændes I hans blomsterstøv

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Apr 16, 2017

Apr 16, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC

lisette-margrethe-

Blomsterstøv

*** blomstrede Engang for ham *** er en død rose nu De ****** på blomsterne Henne i byens park Men *** skal blomstre En dag I en anden Der skal du blændes I hans blomsterstøv

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