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Martin Dove Oct 2018
I think I saw you on the edge of reason
Where the pope sells freedom and kings commit treason
Indeed I saw you standing there boldly
With hearts in a basket you stood by so firmly
Indifference was screaming right through your expression
Then you laughed and you cried till you scared away the last angel
The creative spirit has always been mad
For how else can you create what others had banned
This is just another riddle for you to decipher
Just as nothing in this life is a choice that we muster
RAJ NANDY Jul 2018
Dear Readers, concept of Time has bewildered our ancient sages, philosophers, poets, artists,  including our famous scientists and physicists even to this day. It has no doubt also impacted my    
mind in several ways! Therefore, this series about the ‘Enigma of Time In Verse’ is now being composed and posted to share my thoughts with my Poet friends on this Site. If you like it kindly re-post this poem. Thanking You, - Raj Nandy from New Delhi.

                           BY RAJ NANDY

                 A  SHORT  INTRODUCTION

During my childhood days, time appeared to be joyful and endless.
Though my parents had observed the clock all the while,
Telling me when to rise, when to eat, play, do my homework, -
till it was my bed time.
Alas, my childhood days as cherished memories are now left behind.
With rest of the world  I am now chasing that winged arrow of Time!

Those Management Gurus say, that our twenty four hours day,
Is time enough for those who can manage time from day to day.
Yet I do find, that I am generally chasing time, not to be left behind!
Hoping that a full time job will provide, some quality time, with the desired comforts of life.
Therefore, I abide my time, hoping to have the time of my life one day, with some quality time coming my way.
But in this mad race against time, while chasing that butterfly of happiness,
I must learn to cool down and breathe, before time decides to elude me!
For with patience and perseverance, that butterfly of happiness, will alight gently on my shoulder in good time, and perhaps at
the right time!
While time is universally regarded as the fourth dimension by our physicists,
It is said to flow at different rates for different individuals as mentioned by Shakespeare the English dramatist.


In ‘As You Like It’ Act 3, Shakespeare refers to ‘the swift steps’ and the ‘lazy foot’of time  in a relativistic way.
Time ‘trots’ for a young woman between her engagement and marriage when a week feels like seven years for her every day!
Time ‘ambles’ for a priest who doesn’t know Latin and a rich man without gout;
Since the priest is spared the burden of exhausting study, and the rich man is spared the burden of exhausting poverty - no doubt.
But time ‘gallops’ for a thief walking to the gallows, for even if he walks slowly, he happens to gets there too soon!
While time ‘stands still’ for lawyers on vacation, since he sleeps his holidays away!

Now moving forward to Einstein who once described his ‘Theory of Relativity’ very humorously in the following way; -
“When you sit with a nice girl for two hours you think it’s only a minute, but when you sit on a hot stove for a minute, you think it’s two hours,” he had said with a chuckle!

Getting back to Shakespeare’s ‘Macbeth’ Act One on that blasted heath,
Macbeth asks the three witches, “If you can look into the seeds of Time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear…”
And finally that brilliant piece of soliloquy about Time by Macbeth in Act 5:
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
  Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
  To the last syllable of recorded time,
  And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
  The way to dusty death….”

John Milton’s poem ‘On Time’ composed in 1930 ends with his optimistic lines:
“Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
  Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
  Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace …..
  When once our heavenly-guided soul shall clime,
  Then all this Earthly grossness quit,
  Attired with Stars, we shall forever sit
  Triumphing over Death and Chance, and thee O Time.”

Alexander Pope in his ‘Imitations of Horace’ (1738) writes:
“Years following years steal something every day,
  At last they steal us from ourselves away.”
Romantic poets have dealt with the transience of time, which got popularised by the Latin phrase ‘Carpe diem’ which tells us to ‘seize the day’;
This Latin phrase has been borrowed from the Roman lyrical poet Horace of ancient days.

Charles Dickens’ novel ‘Hard Times’ is an autobiography describing his difficult childhood days.
While the famous opening lines of his historical novel ‘A Tale of Two Cites’ take us back to 18th century London and Paris under times sway.
I quote Dickens’ memorable opening lines:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us ......”

We have the Nobel Laureate Tagore’s well known poetic lines on the subject of Time:
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of leaf.”
He described the Taj Mahal as “a tear drop on the cheek of Time,” in his unique poetic style!

TS Eliot’s ‘Four Quarters’ of 1935,  include extended rumination on the nature of Time:
“Time present and time past,
  Are both perhaps present in time future.
  And time future contained in time past.
  If all time is eternally present,
  All time is unredeemable.
  What might have been is an abstraction
  Remaining a perpetual possibility,
  Only in a world of speculation….”
(Notes: This concept will become clearer in my Part Two, presently under construction.)

Next I have a quote from WH Auden’s poem ‘As I Walked Out One Evening’composed in 1937:
“But all the clocks in the city
  Began to whirr and chime:
  O let not Time deceive you.
  You cannot conquer Time.”

Subject of Time forms an important part of science fiction even to this day.
HG Well’s ‘The Time Machine’ (1895) interests both the layman and the Scientific community even today!
Finally, I would like to conclude my Part One on ‘The Enigma of Time in Verse’ with my favourite poem composed by the British poet Ralph Hodgson:
TIME, you old gipsy man,
  Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
  Just for one day?
All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best,
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing,
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may.
Time, you old gipsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
Last night in Rome,
Morning, and in the crush
Under Paul's dome;
Under Paul's dial
You tighten your rein—
Only a moment,
And off once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb.
Time, you old gipsy man,
  Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
  Just for one day.

In Part Two I shall cover the Concepts of Time along with its Philosophical speculations.
Before moving on to Einstein’s concept of Time, and its present Scientific interpretations.
Thanks for reading patiently, from Raj Nandy of New Delhi.
The Pope against the Donald
Bridges over walls

Humanity is large
Donald Trump is small

The United States of Hate
Surely bound to fall

A new brown world a-borning
La raza cosmica equal
We often and constantly hear about scriptures that God inspired men to write them.
Can, you image the RAGE if females rewrote scriptures under God inspiration?

For so much seems to limit what a woman can do within scriptures.
We very aware some denomination frown upon women preachers.
According to man, they wasn't called before congregation to preach.

Yes, according to men.
They can be this and that according to the male writers of the books.

Things, we very aware many won't accept and most likely will never happen.
We won't see Pope Linda.
We won't see Bishop Elizabeth.
These, are not their calling.

According to men that wrote the books.
They must have been the only ones inspired by God.
According to man.

But when you dive into scriptures you'll find some great and powerful women.
jeffrey conyers Sep 2018
We need to quit seeing this world in a liberal or conservative view.
And adjust to a world better for the people.

Fools, which we all are.
Fall for this political stylizing conservative values.
Heck, they cheat.
They lie.
They racist more.
And dictated to by the church.
That's how they get you.
Women realize it's men perspectives being taught.
Which is why a woman might never be Pope.
It will shock the people.
Especially that religion.

Heck, Barack Obama shocked the world.
Then anything possible.

We need to stop seeing it from a liberal view.
Then it mainly because of liberals you able to do the things you do.
Conservatives not big on change.
They stuck on this Mayberry theme.
Still highly afraid of change.

But one thing for sure, they love to call out liberalism quick.

We need to halt seeing this world from and black and white view.
Yes, there are other hues.

The world only comes together when we try to make it better.
"It’s not hard to create, not harder than it is to cremate. Destroy to rebuild, who gave me the right to relate? I’ll deploy the guilt, it’s who lives inside this ribcage. Authority within, Apology missing… Feeling a bit under the weather lately, maybe coz I’m feeling lit about what matters innately. What’s the next poem, where’s my nest home, what’s the last hope? I’m vexed, so let me ask the Pope, are you the best? Nope.  Or should I turn it into a rope and pray? Can’t do that without thinking of the hangings, it hurts so I clear my throat…
nay, can’t do that when you’re sinking from the angering. I’m recluse so I
put my faith on my Refuge piously and conclude. The page is now my deluge and the siren is left confused…
Lawrence Hall Jul 12
Mashing Up Book Store Titles Again...

The Boys in the real Harry Potter Wand
The Girls Who Made America Hermione
I Wrote This for You and Only You (sure)
Pontius Pilate recycles the end of time

The Last Pope is hiding out on Oak Island
You are my identity group breaking ground
And it’s all the better if you like trains
For you alone are my identity group

Women writers breaking the mold trailblazing
Second feminist wave decolonizing
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
ross murdoch Jul 21

how happy is the
blameless vestal's lot
the world forgetting
by the world forgot
eternal sunshine
of the spotless mind
each prayer accepted
and each wish resigned


Alexander Pope
~ we are not fools, i know we have reached the end of our story together, everything must change eventually, but some memories are just to painful to hold onto.  what a journey we embarked on together, i have been blessed to watched you grow into the pillar of strength you’ve become today. never give up on yourself, never believe you aren’t enough, and for the love of god, always keep looking up.
Robin Carretti Jul 2018
Watching a classic
Casablanca Class I Fix
Trix cereal for adults
Goddess sundress
The class act you need to guess
fit* no-one would
know vibrant
Getting the OJ of the miracle
Sunbathing at the

His skin news of the
The fix-up finale deeply
in her classic smile
Sunflowers of the sunray  
Tropicana class act deviant play

Quickdraw Gunfire
Her hot tango steps in action
Diamonds no chips
Big tips at the Gentleman
OH! Boy the cabana detention
Class I comes with affection
Kiss is not a kiss without a real scene

In action to miss a classic movie hit
Adventure Trips  flipping homes
In the classified newspaper middle section

She is the Classic with an illuminating passion

I the Classic one and he is
surfing the internet
So fit to be tied but casual love
She the same person wearing her
flip flops
******* off *Root beer float tops

The root of all evil
That She-devil Sire
Not the ordinary campfire

It takes a certain Class, I can fix peoples
problems  like great ***** of fire

We are not signs or perhaps it's in the signs
Where you came from no problems
Take action get more satisfaction
Army grenade we are all
fighting in action
Action speaks louder than words
One of a kind the rare find
A classification of her mind
Understand each other
do the hiring
  Trump in action job firing

What drives us and gives us
We need to love what is above
our minds
I believe sometimes you don't have to be where the action is

The Rainman Rainforest Vacation
You are the I phone off
with the ringer
Classic type Class I
Our computer all rules
codes and passwords
The religious Pope up front
He's the  Marlon Brando waterfront
You have the polka dot bikini

Panera Sandwich Panini
Orange you glad its cantaloupe
He wants to elope
your classic smile
Exclamation point
At Times Square you could
lift her for miles

Whether we look modern
The technology is always out of reach foreign
Or wearing your heart in his heart
Your wiggle walk
The classic style to talk
Fifties **** smoke
Born to be wildlife everything
is on Castaway
Or layaway on hold

And he is athlete runner so hype
Everyone is busy on
Twitter or Skype
The Facebook and photos

Dorothy loves wizardly Oz and Toto
Were all together like
a congregation, not a citation
Living in the city paying rent
Another wicked concert event

How many times did you get that notification?
The auction house in action the bid five times
Those hot leads of crimes
Playing for a nickel heads up dimes
Class act Quarterback
Elephant treasure trunk
ten commandment
Class, I lady leading the way
Class, I fix the parliament

Her classic fifty style army dress in action
Her bullet lips caught quite an attraction

Feeling the comfort food
Mac and Cheese
Silly names those 
 Canadian A&W
ATM Class I
The French fries do or dies
Skinny He's the Ham Mac
You're the spicy Cajun
on the speaker Mic
What classifies everything in
our life
High stunts action cliff taking a dive
**** Bill he kills me all the time

That Buffalo Bill Chicken Mac
Bombastic not the
forever love classic
With a whole list dark Raven
Crystal rock Haven

Everything lately goes so fast
Getting in Saint Anthony fire
She is the livewire
The gunfire or the cease her fire
Out of money  honey bee
******* mansion multiplier
Everything you're
near his or hers
Wineglass stir me
like an amplifier
What happens to your
responsibilities running
racing your own time
The  Coffee man suitor
My Godly dictator
The saltwater taffy-like lava
Comic Disney Pixstar meet Daffy Duck
Or you overqualified being lied too
Oh! Chuck

Like a candle in the wind its in
the science hot steamy
romance engagement
What awaits things to come
getting blown away
It just like any other day
How we classify things or lose things how our mind cannot remember your best words even writing a poem it takes practice more advice action speaks louder than words like the law and order. I think this poem might be your order. Please tell me how it classifies is this a class act to follow get your coffee fix action we will start the movie my poem classic relax
James Floss Jan 9
The “Fake news!" argument
I’m smelling the “Red Herring” fallacy
Put your fingers in your ears
And shout “LALALA, I can’t hear you!”

Does the falling tree make a sound?
Does **** smell?
Even from bears, in the woods?
And from the Pope?
On a long hike, with no other option available

“Fake news” is a majestic confabulation!
And a mind-numbing conundrum
A Chinese finger-puzzle
Hideously, incredibly strategic; but

Sorry folks:
Not true.
work we speak of Scotland, Turkey, Spain

   the Pope is in Panama, me in the rain  

 the broken grace of Leonard Cohen again

                 his words, my soul
              strong Hallelujahs roll!
Such artificial nonsense rhyme,
That can turn art into slime,
And make your thoughts not worth a dime,
And words a total waste of time.

Throw away the limiting forms,
Burn all the idiotic norms,
Old-fashioned rules apply to fools,
No one but me plays with my tools!

The new trinity is Me, Myself and I!
I set the rules for every game,
And follow none, just the same,
Anarchy rules all, and that's no lie!

Iambic pentameter? Pyrrhic substitutions?
Who the hell cares about those illusions!
Counting syllables and each line?
Grand, old, pompous idiocy most sublime!

Write a sonnet? I'd rather wear a pink bonnet!
But if I do 15 lines it will be
Why, 'cause I say so, doggone it!
And no idiot ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

I am GOD and rule it blasphemy,
To follow both hard and easy rules,
That can make heads hurt, you'll agree,
Or burn in eternal hell as reactionary fools.

There is more art in a cow's mighty ****,
Than in Milton, Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Pope,
If you can't beat them, marginalize them from the start,
Drag them through the mire to raise me up, that is my hope.

From now on all couplets shall triplets be, thus do I decree,
Come to me on bended knee and I will set you free,
Everyone's a poet, welcome to the new reality.
This was originally submitted to another poetry site a short time ago in response to a challenge to essentially write an anti-rhyme poem in rhyme. For anyone who takes this at face value and misses the point, I hear my shrink has some openings available this week. Glad to pass along her contact information . . . :)
Jacob Parnell Dec 2018
I'm not crazy.
I'm just broken and hazy on whats truth, and whats lies.
Unspoken the feeling of bright colored eyes.
I changed with the times, I beat out these rhymes.
I don't commit crimes but I want to beat down heaven and bring it to earth, or bring hope to birth but not hope in a pope but hope in this curse of humanity.

I want to travel and unravel whats been made.
I want to bring home d-day and call a parade or maybe throw a grenade.
I just want to **** my mind or just unwind or maybe even... find myself?

I really want to find something worth finding.
Something worth more than wealth.

I don't have all the answers.
I just have my truth, that I can't hit undo no matter what I now choose and we all do what we do and if we don't at least try then we're royally *******.

So here is what I think.

Maybe the answer to "42" is "why not?".
Maybe the answer to "we lost" is "we fought!".
Maybe "lazy" people are just... broken.
Maybe politicians and lawmakers are outspoken!

Maybe, being "crazy" is just really knowing more than what we should like, we could be "on that level" but fear in the devil throwing a fit makes us commit to social norms and belief in reform.

I will not give into the eye of the storm. I will be reborn and rise like a phoenix up through the ashes and then destroy the classes and will not be undone.

I will light up the sky filled with a thousand glowing eyes to brighten the sun. I may die but all will say at least this dog did have his one.

Maybe I am crazy.
Maybe I'm not.
Maybe I lost this battle but I'll tell you what, I fought and I'll fight till the night and day gives me the right to say that I've won.
This poem was written after I got out of the mental hospital from a psychosis and was dealing with the fact that I had just faced my biggest fears.
Sky has fallen on your head, Earth erupting has upended you into two, is it time for change yet?

Everyone knows the extinction's coming, racing towards US from our future,

Seen on the horizon, still, no talk of evolution, adapting to reality,

Not the worldly world of criminal insanity?  Non-republican caucasian

Newborns to men who are heterosexual are still neutered as newborns,

Mutilated as toddlers, kids, mass-*****, and every crime done against them

As kids and teens, yet the Roman Catholic Empire doesn't even acknowledge

Their inquisition against them, let alone slow it down, stop it.  How is

It that Pope Benedict (Arnold, the Rat...), the last inquisitor, hasn't

Been prosecuted in the ICC?  Just so you know, if "...we(e),..." don't

Uninstall RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler from the Blackhouse by 1-21-21, the

United **** of assassins is the new notsee Germany and since it's citizens

Haven't stopped it's Gov't, it must be destroyed at all costs, for life,

Humanity, the Earth, to even exist.  Is impeachment peachy keen now?

Do you feel like keeping it in the ground, abolishing fossil fuel use yet?
Great works, thanks; also, please: Sample letter: Hello.  Donald Trump is deliberately undermining the oversight powers of Congress and acting as if he is above the law. Yet, some House Democrats are still stalling on impeachment.  The Trump organized crime family isn't going to re-institutionalize organized crime as gov't (from the top down, "power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely"), "...we(e),..." have already defeated that; impeachment is a necessary step- regardless of political effects that could be construed as negative.  Thanks for your attention.   reality
5...Finally the Night
  6...A ******* Recounts; The Exquisite Woman
  9...Floating & Buoyancy by Measure & Use in Christ's Holy
          Name; When I Get a Yeast Infection; Pronouncement;  
             The Wise Reverend Minister of Christ
10...Wise Husband; Beautiful Sunday 1995
11...What Have I Got?; The Sun Also Rises
12...My *** Encounter with a Married Woman; Lay Waste  
13...Using Niggative; Jesus Trusted; Finally the Night Falls
14...John Stephens; Never Too Careful; Oct. 1 Notes; Impropriety
15...Farewell Planet of Apes; Part of Breakfast; A Mafia Hit Man
16...Cemetery Plots; Alone w/My Buddy; “Don't Shoot Yourself”
17...Tribute to Irish Potato Grubbers; Bed Pan of Love; Harm
          not a Hair; The Cold, Crowded Winds of Yesterday
18...Quick, Grab Your Giblets; Romantic Tips for Nature-Lovers
19...Become a Grandmother; I Think
20...Love-Making Italian Style; Understanding the Police
21...***** Fest Ninety-Four
22...Fat Larry's Gussy ***; She Was a Wanton *****
23...Bad Case; Proof of God
24...Are You Plagued...?; Richard Nixon
25...My Worst Experience in the Bathroom; George
          & Barbara Bush; Brenda Felt the Warm Moisture
26...One Commandment; Frozen Panic
27...Time to Let the Neighbors; Puke or *****?; Hurricane Tips
28...She Was Poised Like a Nightmare From Hell
29...The ****** with Love Interests; Reflections from a Cat's ***
31...Fat Larry's Holiday Catalog; Slogging Thru Me Brain Area
33...Downthrow the Ethnarchy; Wrong Things Between Times
35...Fat Larry's Secret-Recipe Coffee; My Mind Knows Not Rest
37...Work at Home and Earn 1,000's Daily!
38...Stories fr. the U.S. Navy; Some Time Other
42...Married Men's Most-Asked Questions—Test Your Skill!
44...High-Paying Careers
45...There's What's Left of Promise; Fat Larry's Used Dentures
47...Money-Saving Tips; The *** Said Something Queer To Me
52...Rashless People Enjoying One Another
56...Kwick Wick
58...Snake Safety; Guide to Massage
60...My Nuts & Pipes
62...My Weekly Wash; 2-Ton Chinese Story
63...273 *** Women
64...Thighs of Bing Crosby; The Pope
66...From ****** Land
69...He's a Winning Dentist; Perfect ***
70...Large Christian Movement
71...“The Haunted Stool Sample”
72...Bathroom in Bed
75...Gift of Partial Memory
76...House For Rent; The Equity in Their Homos
77...Toilet King: Man of a Thousand Movements;
          Prayers; The Devoted Presbyterian
78...Itchy Truckers' Skin; How to Negotiate with Prostitutes
79...Life with a Monkey
80...Catching V.D.
81...Literacy U.S.A.; Wanna Land the Big One?
82...The Gift of Manly Virtue
83...Primer Love, w/Fat Larry's Rodent Report
84...My **** & the Moon; A Casual Observation
85...Where Do Policemen Come From?; How Disappointed
          Was I; The Last Time I Had a White Woman
86...17 Sure Aging Signs; The Case Against Henry Miller
89...It's So Small in the Orient; An Interesting
         Wash of This, That & the Other
90...Losing a Trusted Wife; Allergic to Washing Up
91...I Need Help; Highlights of Irish History & Wisdom
92...Liver Tumors & Fin-Rot
93...As My Breathing Grew Laboured; Quick!
94...Having Grown Up Around Cows
Ryan O'Leary Jul 22
Satan is coming, global
warming is here, a heat
wave in Ireland, there is
nothing to fear.

Soon we'll have grapes,
no more Guinness but wine,
The French will be furious,
no doubt they will whine.

Our umbrellas recycled, no
more rain but sunshine,
Parasols for the Paddy's,
by Al Fresco, we'll dine.

To hell with our God,
never did us no good,
the Pope came to see us,
no one kneeled, they all stood.

Make friends with the Devil,
he's a much better craic,
all the ****** went to Heaven,
but they left, and came back.

Lucifer is a woman,
she's as hot as an ember,
anyone who ****** her,
will always remember.

Forget about Jesus,
what a looser he was,
with a thief either side of him,
don't know, why just because.

666 is the number,
say it aloud,
it will not take long,
and you'll be in a crowd.
You bring me down & shatter tall hope of me ever starting a family
with the new Roman Catholic pope. Scrubbing my swollen, pink &
slippery virginal pudendal canal ****** raw, with two 6-ounce bars
of Lava soap, is the 1 way that my feely Philly bishop lets me cope.
Ryan O'Leary Jan 25
Dangled England, in
anagram, is my reason,
for this poem, of hope.

With Scots and Welsh
at either side, each one
kicking, on a rope.

With their all for one
and one for all, they
treated Paddy as Joe Soap.

But look at you now,
insidious *******,
gummed in an envelope

May, God and Queen,
let Philip drive to a
Sandringham slippery *****.

Because, no matter, what
you think, we Irish still
have the Pope.
✨✨ Like a loogy on fine-cut glass I slithered down to her level, heels under head in hate. I sent her hate letters often, renewing my promise to hate her forever. Hate's a funny thing & we were laughing hatefully at one another for God-knows how long until we stopped suddenly overcome with hate & remembering what the Pope often says to large crowds: “Some day I'd like to convert people on other planes to Xtianity. It won't be easy, finding other people
on other planes of course.”
herooooo1 Feb 17
Driving on the wrong way,
Oh so I am toned,
All these sands on the road,

I eat problems for breakfast,
Big bowl of conflicts,
Spoon in my hands,
Spill milk over all this,
That we cover but you best beware,
Of any sounds that you others,
Cause these animals can hear,
Over here

That would make you more vulnerable,
This the forest man, BRAAAAH
Where da hunger grows
You show teeth like, AGGHHHHHH
They could be under those
It's ******* stupid
Like a pack of younger hoes
Its ******* crazy
Like a ***** is getting old
This life is a ***** mate
The only thing you need to know
She ain't ever happy
Even though we sing the hope
To sail away of the sunset Mr ******* Pope

After all we living in the forest
As a hungry
So much more-on
I recall HOW WE DON'T GIVE A ****

I'm numbed for these pills dissolve
Bitter taste on my tongue, I cough
I'm numbed for these pills dissolve
Bitter taste on my tongue, I wash away
We dissolve faint,
I eat all mains,

Yes I do,
Because too much savage is delicious,
Slurp slurp slurp,
Sleeves up,
Napkin for my business,
Yeah we ain't event serve it yet,
These voucher in the kitchen,
Trying grab a bite of this and that,
Thats why I disinfect,
Its like its filthy,
I'm disengaged,
God don't even get me,
They try to milk me,
Like I'm this cat though,
Though I'm the tiger in the forest,

Eating you for the breakfast,
Then I'm so reckless,
Put you in my ******* checkless,
Eat your ******* neckless soft,
And **** all the blood
From your neck to brain to your vain goes soft

We're gone,
Go from here,
I don't wanna go up here,
But I have to grow up here
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