"pitt" poems
I love the crack of the bat
not in a big baseball field
but when my Daddy plays.
Yeah sure,
he's on Pitt's Honors College team,
and they call themselves 'Nerd Softball'
but it makes me happy to watch him play.
It has been a rough couple of years on Dad.
I know it,
*** he keeps coming to talk to me
and he never, ever used to do that
and now he's always chattering away
it feels nice
but I am worried.
Today, they lost 25- 4
not 24
4
but they were playing the Pitt Police
so I'm still proud.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
Have you ever made a pit stop on the road to success,
to just sit and marvel at the gifts of the ghetto?
Like the individually wrapped Treats that are left about.
have you seen the gum plastered across pavements,
the tagged up scenes...
all of these things.
The **** that people tend to turn their nose up to
is the most beautiful to me.
it reminds me of where I am and fuels me to reach for where I want to be.
Broken sidewalks, broken homes
babies out hustlin' to make their own.
For as long as I can remember,
this is all I've known
this is the land that I call home.
city buses and ratchet fights
****** scenes in broad daylight
beautiful ugliness at my eyesight
but it all pushes me to get it right.
Land of promises
Land of fame
home to Hollywood
and making a name
it is also home to heartache
and home of pain.
but if I must refrain..
If you make a pit stop on the road to success
and marvel at the ghetto
you'd realize you are blessed.
-ari b
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Women are always saying, why are there no good men out there anymore?
I say there are plenty of good men out there.
Good men with great qualities.
Might not look like Brad Pitt but strong enough to never quit.
You can't wait for a George Clooney you may go ******
You chose to go out on a date with that handsome man.
Who drives the fancy car and wears that fancy watch.
That handsome man wined you and dined you.
Took you back to his place where you ended up staying late.
You left in the early morning hour, heading home for a shower.
A few days have gone by, that handsome man never calls.
You're feeling sad and rejected, thats what handsome men do.
A good man would not have rejected you.
A good man who drives an old pickup truck.
Who worries when the rents do.
A good man working to make ends meet would sweep you off your feet.
Good men aren't hard to find.
Just open your eyes and you just might find.
That there are a few good men out there.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
some people choose to eat their nuts in big old handfuls
some people nibble and nibble so they don't run out
some people only like peanuts, cashews, or almonds
but when you eat your nuts you use a spoon, no doubt
who knew a spoon could be used to munch on some nuts
we all thought it was weird when Mr. Pitt used a fork for his candy
who knows maybe your art form will catch on
and eating nuts with spoons will be dandy so dandy
I guess it makes sense when the nuts are honey roasted
All that stuff can get kind of messy
But even if their salted I don’t think its called for
To use a spoon for nuts is so unnecessary
Why don’t you put your hand in the bag
Or just dump them into your palm
Are you pretending its cereal
Or is it to work out for your arm
either way I’d like to know more about your weird way of getting
some nuts from the bag to your mouth is so breath taking
who knew a spoon could be used to munch on some nuts
we all thought it was weird when Mr. Pitt used a fork for his candy
who knows maybe your art form will catch on
and eating nuts with spoons will be dandy so dandy
When you share nuts do you make people use your spoon
or must they have their own at the ready
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Pure cane sugartar that sits on teeth,
sits on a canine porch swing
and swings too far, kicking the enamel
siding, wood knots, and greying-thin
windows. More exposed than Brad
Pitt's marriage or JonBenét Ramsay
on the cover of Old World News Daily
in the dentist's office. And there we
are. We're bleached white and burning
beneath paparazzi bulbs and a
a ****** case. Brief case money/
two thousand fourteen and it's still
relevant, still useful blood money.
Novocain lightning flash; burn a tree.
Cali home tucked behind parsley
palms. Fortune teller, baby, O.J. didn't
do it. Not The Juice, not him.
The gloves. The gloves. The gloves.
Comfort of picket fence rainbrushed
paint stripping. Raymour retail
of a mocha-cushion couch half-off
'cause the back's spattered with
toothpaste and taxpayer juice
like Grandma's cancer handbag.
Put your feet up, stay a while.
Don't leave.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN THE “MORNING POST.”
“Our Nation’s foes lament on Fox’s death,
But bless the hour, when PITT resign’d his breath:
These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth unclue,
We give the palm, where Justice points its due.”
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A Wizard gave my cousin two choices, become an ogre or praise the new Doctor Who.
It took less than five seconds for him to choose what to do.
He chose to become an ugly green ogre even though it will be for the remainder of his days.
He chose to be an ogre because the new Doctor Who TV show isn't something he'll ever praise.
He became an ogre two years ago and this morning I learned that he doesn't regret it.
He doesn't regret his choice even though he's so ugly that he makes Shrek look like Brad Pitt.
When he was given the choices, he was expected to praise the new Doctor Who.
He has always loved the original Doctor Who TV show but he sure does hate the new.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
Fight Club
Kicking *** and taking names,
laying ground work and staking claims.
One punch and down you go,
all it takes is one fatal blow.
****** fists and a broken nose,
wearing spikes and stomping toes.
****** lip and two black eyes,
getting kicked between the thighs.
You only lose if you tap,
make me bleed, and watch me snap.
Haven't lost a single fight,
don't matter if you're black or white.
We have over a thousand members,
all takes place in chained chambers.
Do you think you have what it takes,
no time outs, or any breaks.
No Edward Norton or Brad Pitt,
no need for a fighting permit.
This fight club has no rules,
I love kicking in the family jewels.
You fight friends, you fight foes,
that's just the way it goes.
Come join our exclusive fight club,
just don't forget your ticket stub.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
March Madness
Villanova beat Pitt
I had no money on the game
I really didn’t care
Perhaps March with its
Big thaw
Always
Accompanied
By the frequent Colorado blizzard
Is its own madness
But I have no money on that game
either
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 2:38 PM UTC
Who gives a ****
so I wrote another winer, boo hoo you twit
think anyone cares, just who gives a ****
I am just a grain, of sand in the wind
my pain is nothing and the horned one just grinned
yeah so now I'm bitter, my attitude *****
I'd kick your *** for a lousy 5 bucks
its only a flesh wound I've certainly had wurse
I'm a wineing ****** I'll hit you with my purse
got pains in my arms, and I'm a pain in the ***
had Taco Bell for dinner, and now I got gas
my stomach is rumbling, think I'm sick just a bit
why don't you tell me now, just who gives a ****
the Dow is down, my pressure is high
cholesterol is big, can't eat no sweet pie
I'm a no good *** full of vinegar and spit
do you really think, anyone gives a royal ****
at least they finally plugged, the leaking of oil
that's what they claim, sing for me Susan Boyle
the problem with peaches, in the middle is a pit
if I choked on one now, just who would give a ****
yes I've had me some wine, and I'm a pathetic dude
my mouth can get foul, yes I can be crude
wonder what it would be like, to be Brad Pitt
I guess one is enough, like who gives a ****
tomorrow is Monday, so glad I don't work
in customer service or a grocery clerk
listen to ******* about the service they get
c'mon now, you think I give a shit
I could probably rant, for more than theirs time
the jaws flapping on, my hands covered in grime
this year's British Open, no Americans seemed fit
it's all over now, and really no one gives a shit...
Gomer Lepoet...
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 9:52 PM UTC
We are a perfect pair
Interests and hobbies we both share
I'm Angelina and you are Brad Pitt
You are Romeo and I'm Juliet
But it seems like I came late
Someone's already holding your gate
I stopped and observed her appearance
"Prettier", obvious even at first glance
I try to erase my feelings for you
You'll never be mine, that's true
I guess I was just dreaming
It's just an illusion that my heart's been believing
Yet I keep coming back
To the place where I found this soundtrack
You're still the tune inside my head
The beginning of my sorrow's end
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
I have a chemical imbalance in my brain.
I know you can’t understand
why I sleep too many hours in a day,
or that sometimes I can’t find the will to get up in the morning,
but I need you to try.
Because once upon a time
before I had you,
I saw no light at the end of the tunnel.
I saw darkness and guilt
and when the sun didn’t come out,
neither did I.
I took things I shouldn’t have to my wrists,
and wore long sleeves in the summer.
I spent my days in my room
and I pushed every person I loved away,
I know you can’t picture me that way,
but I need you to
for just one second.
Picture a girl with dead eyes,
and a quiet voice.
Picture someone who when the going got tough,
she wanted to be dead.
Picture someone writing notes to the ones she loved,
telling them goodbye.
Picture someone swallowing too many pills
and not caring if she woke up or not.
Picture that person
because that use to be me.
I know you want me to stop taking my tiny yellow pills at night,
because you have never seen
that side of me.
But I live in fear everyday that I will fall back into that dark pitt.
So I take my pills
every night at nine,
and pull myself together
every morning.
I know you can’t understand
because you didn’t see the girl I was,
and I hope you never do.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
You are all the same
You all **** off and **********
you cry and laugh
and with pain you “smile”
You are all tired of your own sad life
Working in a mediocre job
that barely pays off
Married or not, complaining for both
“You changed!”, you yell
to your average looking wife
“Why am I alone?”, you ask
to your fat and fuzzy cat
You complain because
of what you have
You complain because
of what you lack
You complain, and cry, and claim
that happiness you deserve
Life doesn’t own you nothing, you darl
Better learn it now or suffer some more.
Money, price, fortune
that’s all you need
Cash makes you rich
Happiness will only bring a smile
To your ugly looking face
“It’s ugly enough, the tv told me that
I’m nothing compared to Brad Pitt
Nor Johnny Deep.”
“I need no smile to ugly it
a little more
I can have cash
and my own Ferrari buy”
-A world full of meaningless words
and wasted hours,-
You all live in a constant rush
to eat, to **** to live
Running up and down
rushing to send the papers
and talk to your hated boss
But at least money is getting it.
Or in the other part
we can watch the opposite band
The full of stress grown-ups
And the careless young mans.
You are locked on a king bed
“Exercise? why move?
I have a tv controller hiding
under my sheets, also have you seen my chips?”
Reading is a lost art
no need of books
when computer are at
with shinny screens and password locks
“Why read words?
when you can research
the intricate plot
in an instant or two”
Are you happy?
Can I even ask
Or have you lost the meaning
while you loosed the habit of reading?
Is that the only thing you lost?
where did you virginity go?
Oh “drunk as ****
So you decided to ****
Sounds pretty smart,
Where are the neurons at?
Ahh I understand, getting high everyday.
Yolo, right?
I’m only describing reality
why getting offended?
Did I hurt your feelings?
Did you feel connected?
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
DEAREST DIARY
Every year
she asks for
a diary
always a different colour
'86 - pale pink
'87 - saffron
etc., etc., etc.
They line her shelves
in full view
a rainbow
of years gone by
"...they just flew..."
I admit I could never
keep a diary.
"Me too!"
she smiles.
"But what of these?"
"What of 'em!"
she girns
"Look...empty as
empty!"
I take down '86
and it's..true!
Blank as blank
could be.
"I like to read 'em
every now and then
pitt myself
against the date
talk to
the page
see what
it provokes
evoke the day
whatever a past it may be
for whatever
year.
Each diary doused
in a different perfume
'86
Chanel No. 5
the scent unleashing the what was
conjuring up the what was once.
One dog-eared day
in 1990
a blue year
4711 Eau de Cologne
the only mark
in all the days.
"Oh that was when Dillie died!
She was such a loving cat!"
Now that she has died
-July 3rd -
the empty diaries
are thrown out
all the invisible thoughts
falling out
date by date
by date.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
Your eyes,
Deception lies?
Too good to be true?
Scared,
So scared you actually exist.
Me,
Young naive?
Scared to believe,
Still skittish and broken.
Wonderful,
Oh how i feel in the morning knowing you thought of me,
Jealousy,
In the pitt of my stomach,
That i hope its only me so bad i could puke type feeling,
Desire,
To hold you close and show you what i can do,
To want you and everything that comes along with you,
Baggage and all
Pleasure,
Warm breath,
No sight,
One place to the next id kiss,
A cool breezy yet warm surprise,
Give you all i know in hopes to blow your mind,
Remember,
I want to be the woman you remember,
On your mind when you have a thought,
Resounding in your head type remember,
Going crazy in your bed type remember,
The caraze to hear my voice again,
The sensation to feel me next to you,
Unbearable,
An addiction,
To need me,
Involve me,
Control me?
In my thoughts i can hear you,
In my dreams they have become so vivid i can feel you,
Fantasy,
To picture your mouth move as you speak,
To wonder just how warm your breath feels,
To wonder how your body feels with mine,
You ask whats on my mind and this all becomes a flash,
And every time all i say is,
You.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
East of Mississippi far away from the hustle,
old mills, dirt and muck,
mirth and the muscle...
Where livelihood’s still found resting in the arm,
out past the cities and down on the farm,
Growing up simple cause that’s where we are,
trying to hard and never getting far,
Toiling in the fields or out in a barn,
Well that’s where we are never getting too far,
…but that’s where we are.
I’ll set the stage and you listen here,
is this like any story that you’ve lent to an ear?
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
how life takes turns and where it seems to go,
you lead with your heart and love seems to flow...
It was Saturday night and I was at the county fair,
Where every kid hung out, yeah ya’ll know where,
Center of town and east of Mississippi’s
with the young cowboys and the girls were all hippies,
The winds picked up and she shined in the moon,
My heart thumping so hard it made me swoon,
I knew I had to make my move soon,
So I walked right up and grabbed her hand
and spun her around like I had a plan,
We started dancing and wouldn’t you know,
love was on the horizon and that’s how it goes,
From the square that night and back to my car,
small town lovers that’s about as far,
…and I was playing it cool acting Brad Pitt to my best
and asking her to dance was my best guess,
Oh my baby in that sundress!
…and nothing in this world will ever compare, life with her was what I needed to share,
I asked her to marry me right then and there,
Her eyes lit up and the crowd just stared
as the clouds rolled by and the moonlight flared,
She walked right up and grabbed my hand
and stood me up like she had a plan,
and that first kiss was ‘man-o-man’
…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there.
She was so pretty she made me feel old
and that’s our story of love I’ve told.
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
how life takes turns and where it seems to go,
How there’s nothing in this world like her sundress
and dancing in the moonlight was my best guess.
County fair, a proposal and our first kiss
and she walked right up to me just like this,
…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there.
She was so pretty she made me feel old
and that’s our story of love I’ve told,
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
there’s no work in this world like love to grow,
…and there she was in her sundress
and dancing in the moonlight was my best guess,
County fair, a proposal and our first kiss
and she walked right up to me just like this,
…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there,
East of Mississippi and every town square
where you’ll find her she’ll always be there,
The winds will pick up and she’ll shine in the moon
and your heart will pump so hard it’ll make you swoon,
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
how life takes turns and where it seems to go,
How there’s nothing in this world like her sundress
and dancing in the moonlight is a pretty good guess,
County fair, a proposal and the first kiss
and she’ll walk right up to you just like this,
…and nothing in this world can ever compare to those green eyes and that brown hair and life together is what we’re gonna share and the love in her eyes was always there,
I know it’s familiar and everyone should know,
there’s nothing in this world like love to grow…
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Oh, factious viper! whose envenom’d tooth
Would mangle, still, the dead, perverting truth;
What, though our “nation’s foes” lament the fate,
With generous feeling, of the good and great;
Shall dastard tongues essay to blast the name
Of him, whose meed exists in endless fame?
When PITT expir’d in plenitude of power,
Though ill success obscur’d his dying hour,
Pity her dewy wings before him spread,
For noble spirits “war not with the dead:”
His friends in tears, a last sad requiem gave,
As all his errors slumber’d in the grave;
He sunk, an Atlas bending “’neath the weight”
Of cares o’erwhelming our conflicting state.
When, lo! a Hercules, in Fox, appear’d,
Who for a time the ruin’d fabric rear’d:
He, too, is fall’n, who Britain’s loss supplied,
With him, our fast reviving hopes have died;
Not one great people, only, raise his urn,
All Europe’s far-extended regions mourn.
“These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth undue,
To give the palm where Justice points its due;”
Yet, let not canker’d Calumny assail,
Or round her statesman wind her gloomy veil.
FOX! o’er whose corse a mourning world must weep,
Whose dear remains in honour’d marble sleep;
For whom, at last, e’en hostile nations groan,
While friends and foes, alike, his talents own.—
Fox! shall, in Britain’s future annals, shine,
Nor e’en to PITT, the patriot’s ‘palm’ resign;
Which Envy, wearing Candour’s sacred mask,
For PITT, and PITT alone, has dar’d to ask.
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"So, we were having this conversation, and all of the sudden...well I couldn’t believe it...
"Oh, she went on and on about fields of daisies or something like that... She talked forever!
"Ok, ok...but first I have to build it up, so you know, you can appreciate the fullness of the moment.
"So we’re sitting there, having this conversation, and she just perks up...
"Yeah, she like...sat up in her seat, eyes bright as a light bulb, and she looks at me in this weird kinda way...
"I don’t know what way exactly, it was just weird. Like I was Brad Pitt or somebody like that.
"...Or someone like that, God! Are you gonna let me tell you or not?
"Anyway, she looks at me and just blurts it all out. I mean she talked about it nonstop for an hour. I was thinking, Hell...we’re wasting time talking...
"No, I’m serious. It was an hour at least! After she finished I asked if she was serious.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure. Then she gets this ****** off look and I thought she was going to slap me or something. It was like my asking her totally ruined the moment. It was a little freaky. I thought for sure she was just going to get up and leave like I blew my chance.
"Yeah, well...it might have been better if she did. She just looked at me, not like earlier when she thought I was Brad Pitt though. Now she was just dumbfounded or something.
"You know like...she couldn’t believe I even had to ask after what she had just asked me.
"Yeah, you’re probably right, I am. But look I can’t just...you know, after Jennifer and all, I can’t just leap out there without looking. I’ve got responsibilities to think about.
"Oh, whatever! I am not. It’s not wrong for guys to think about that.
"I don’t even know why I’m talking to you!
"Well...of course, I said yes, what do you think I’m a total ***** She’s way too pretty say no too."
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
I have never experienced summer or autumn
(Yet)
I’m obviously not Tom Hansen
(Though I have a lot of similarities)
I am Lars from Norway
(I don’t work out at a gym and am inferior to both Brad Pitt’s face and Jesus’ abs)
I’m dreaming of a sweet disposition to one day carry me home
(But I never accompany girls through cities or on trains)
Spring has lasted 21 years...
(Still running strong)
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
Is feeling this way wrong?
feeling, Love?
An intense admiration and longing to be with someone
How you’re willing to do just about anything to get them to look at you.
What do you do when you catch them staring out of the corner of your eye and they
too look star struck?
How your days are equally miserable but as soon as you see each other you can’t get a smile off your face.
*****
How your love for him feels so wrong it makes you sick.
And if you think about it to long you might just *****
Everyone knows how you feel about each other, but no one dare intervene.
It’s already too late.
But what if one day you woke up and knew in your heart and the pitt of your stomach that this person felt the same.
He starts to get possessive, comfortable, closer to you.
This is when things get difficult,
and one day.
He kissed you.
You’re forced to deny how you feel simply because it,
“isn’t right”
But what if every minute he’s away from you he cries.
He cries because you aren’t with him
He cries because he knows he loves you more than he should.
He screams
“How could I let this happen?”
“How can I be in love with something so sweet and so tender but it be so wrong?”
And with that he cried,
he locked himself in his room to weep.
you locked yourself in yours ,and for once each of you wept,
together,
but not touching.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Pitter patter of the rainy view from my porch
Cars wiz by, some with urgency like there is really somewhere to be
The rain splashes a cool mist upon my feet that's oh so refreshing
The sun fighting hard to burst through the line of clouds,
Maybe hoping to help turn this gloominess around,
Pitter patter
Pitter Patter of the rain falling hard
The aroma of fresh coffee steaming from my cup
Flowers lie in wait to gain what they need to bloom again
Clouds zoom by as the rain tries to slow
Pitter patter
Pitter patter of the rain as it slides down the smooth surface of fresh growing tomatoes,
A pink yard flamingo hiding behind the vines
The newspaper sits in a plastic bag as it waits to be put inside
It feels like the world is barely awake or maybe it's just me,
There are so many feelings to feel and sights to see
But good morning rain!
You are welcome
You are welcome from the place that you fell from
The sound of rain dissipates as the sun shines near
Pitter patter
Pitter patt
Pitter pa
Pitter
Pitt
Pi
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
I met a crazy girl today.
Her eyes were shiny bright.
Her hair was gold,
Her skin was brown,
Her ***** were out of sight.
It seemed we knew each other,
Before we even met.
I was in fact so smitten,
All logic I'd forget.
We slept together quickly,
I thought I was Brad Pitt.
How sad it is I could not see,
My world would turn to ****
Because the *** was awesome,
She seemed a perfect match.
Whole sections of my brain shut down,
in deference to her ******
I thought I was the predator,
Mufasa, if I may.
Blinded by the passion,
To the fact that I was prey.
And soon there was a pregnancy,
Which caused us to be wed.
And I,the fool,believed her,
And all the vows she said.
But as you might imagine,
There was no happy end.
Because she was in fact insane.
And in a teenage bed.
So when I hear a young man speak,
The words that I once did.
I feel an obligation,
To warn this hopeful kid.
That crazy may mean good ***
And complements galore.
But the end is always tragic,
As you will be her *****
Your children will be poisoned,
Taught that you are bad.
And for this you will pay each month,
Or be a Deadbeat Dad.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
They judge of how you look
Should I look like brad Pitt or Nicolas cage
We forgot the importance of the jewel inside that make the beautiful look ugly and the ugly so pretty.
The soul is the core that we should judge not by the looks cause the looks are from God.
A woman can look ordinary but her soul is so beautiful that it shines a light that just blinds. It makes you forget her ordinary looks and see her as the most beautiful woman you have laid eyes on to.
When you judge how people look . Look at yourself in the mirror and judge what you see. Are you handsome do you look even nice , do you deserve people love do you deserve there respect. They say don't judge a book by its cover isn't that so true but we only hear and say but we never do.
Look at people souls and you will see imaginary beauty that your eyes want believe. This world has taught us to judge the people and what they wear and how they look like and didn't tell us how pretty people are from inside.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
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How sacred ?
/////
I saw a picture today of Rihanna on the beach at Rio
In a barely-there bikini
WHAT AN *** !
A --- sacred -- ***
///
Not like the ***** of the babes of HP !
///
Fat and ugly -- wouldn't you suppose from their vacuous
poetry ?
And anyway -- it ain't HER ***
• •
And there was a picture of Kate Upton's **** !!
///
My god !!!
Kate Upton's **** !!
///
Sacred **** !!
**** with money !
///
I mean
Can anyone even Dream of getting a look at the obviously
fat and ugly **** of the HP babes ?
Poor **** just hanging there below probably crooked teeth
And
Above a stinking ****** !
Do sacred children come from these ?
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Not sacred !
NOOOOOO !
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And meditation -- what the **** is that ?
When some human slob meditates ?
Just some silly light
Some impotent ----- god
Some ******* puerile ---- Peace!
Peace of mind they call it - ha !
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Now
When Buddha meditated
THAT'S GOD !
THAT'S LIGHT !
Not your light
SACRED LIGHT !
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Like when Brad Pitt meditates
Or
Angelina Jolie
SACRED LIGHT
SACRED GOD
SACRED MEDITATION !
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Right?
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Or wrong?
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
Pitt
A Poem by Corset
How could anyone mistake her for a Pitt Bull?
Those soft jowls and square headed wrinkles
Sweet Mana-T,
we are the Walrus Koo Koo ka choo...
Pops with his skin on fire,
a real hair -hell-raiser
we didn't buy that white castle
no moats, no boats
no tight sunned mailman at the door
pony tailed to his ***
what...
I'm old,
... not dead.
makes the Buddha smile
it does...
She went and got herself all
God polished, cartooned
very High and very mighty,
it's the only way to hang
incognito,
Sometimes overcome with joy,
he is writing somewhere,
like a lovers bite to the breast
black and blue
like bruising...like hickies
tickle
it makes him happy.
in return,
it makes me happy
...and weird **** just keeps
...happening...
we should talk.
No, Now I live on top of a garden,
a virtual Gnomes paradise,
the owner of this garden
is a wrinkly Lady Gaga-Gnome
centuries old
thumping up to my door at three A.M.
duct taping the bad news to the dark
of my vacuum-less door.
"You, ma'am- are breaking the rules"
She; who thinks the homeowners
association should KNOW
about my extremely "timid
hide under the bed at the
slightest movement"
This sable mini Shar pei-looking
Pitt Bull-
steel jawed Staffordshire Bull Terrier
trembling at the reflection of
her ferocious self.
Newsflash: This just in...daughter... terror stricken...out shopping for handgun.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC