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"ramsay" poems
Chef Gordon Ramsay Cooking food in the kitchen Yelling at people
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Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 2:56 PM UTC
Gordon Ramsay Haiku
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.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
The Gloves
Don't get chippy lippy, where's the ****** spinach Jeff!, I didn't think you was a two-bit cook, I thought you were a chef!, so wheres the ****** spinach Jeff!, Where's the bleeding turbot, Herbert?, and where's the feeking risotto, if I don't get some ****** food soon, I'll drink a bottle of wine and get blot-toad Where's the ****** crab, Brad?, blimey! does it smell high to you!?, You'll ****** **** someone, and bleeding get me sued! By Christos Andreas Kourtis and Larna Kira Kourtis
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Where's The ****** Spinach Jeff (A Ramsay Nightmare}
names for no one named by no one poems about nothing poems about everything aren't they the same thing? no function, no form but now is the hour it's how i get through to the next one two packs of cigarettes a day it is getting expensive old heartaches aren't forgotten when nothing takes there place and cigarettes don't pay the rent freeform makes people stop listening agoraphobics don't have much to write about but need to say something to someone i wish i'de never met you. all you did was hurt me in a way that keeps on coming back, no matter how much times go by. it was the way you looked at me, like i was the ugliest thing that you had ever ****** and it made you feel good to let me know. and it got worse from there, because you threw me away and then would sporadically write to let me know you were gone for good. you were a total ramsay bolton type. some days i have a memory and can't breathe or function. i still have nightmares of you trying to beat me to death, calling me to list off all the things that are wrong with me. if i can't forget you, it would be great if someone would cut off your **** sometimes i fantasize about hiring someone to do that to you in your sleep. you could wake up dickless and i could be free of you. but back to the poem: 10 and a half years haven't gotten me anywhere i've been too old for too long Bob Dylan Neil Young Rolling Stones Leonard Cohen Paul Westerberg everyone is too good for them now, especially you, i read that in vice they made a list of the worst musicians of all time and all those names were on it. Johnny Cash was on the list too.
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
"when the man comes around"
names for no one named by no one poems about nothing poems about everything aren't they the same thing? no function, no form but now is the hour it's how i get through to the next one two packs of cigarettes a day it is getting expensive old heartaches aren't forgotten when nothing takes there place and cigarettes don't pay the rent freeform makes people stop listening agoraphobics don't have much to write about but need to say something to someone i wish i'de never met you. all you did was hurt me in a way that keeps on coming back, no matter how much times go by. it was the way you looked at me, like i was the ugliest thing that you had ever ****** and it made you feel good to let me know. and it got worse from there, because you threw me away and then would sporadically write to let me know you were gone for good. you were a total ramsay bolton type. some days i have a memory and can't breathe or function. i still have nightmares of you trying to beat me to death, calling me to list off all the things that are wrong with me. if i can't forget you, it would be great if someone would cut off your **** sometimes i fantasize about hiring someone to do that to you in your sleep. you could wake up dickless and i could be free of you. but back to the poem: 10 and a half years haven't gotten me anywhere i've been too old for too long Bob Dylan Neil Young Rolling Stones Leonard Cohen Paul Westerberg everyone is too good for them now, especially you, i read that in vice they made a list of the worst musicians of all time and all those names were on it. Johnny Cash was on the list too.
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Gordon Ramsay decided to pay a visit to Mel's Diner. When he criticized Mel's food, Mel gave him a shiner. Now Mel wears an eyepatch because Ramsay jabbed him in the eye with a fork. He hated Mel's beef and had to have his stomach pumped when he ate Mel's pork. Ramsay didn't like the waitresses so he told Mel that they had to go. After years of faithful service, Mel fired Alice, Vera and Flo. Flo was so angry that she was chomping at the bit. She told Mel and Gordon Ramsay to kiss her grits. Ramsay finally had to give up on Mel because his food is so terrible. Ramsay's job is to help restaurants but he can't perform miracles.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Gordon Ramsay Visits Mel's Diner
When I'm not proud of some of what I have written, I make myself stay quiet and say, That you have to write to improve. When I think "you haven't seen any of my best" (- Marianas Trench, Josh Ramsay), I tell myself that's okay, Because I still have the rest of a lifetime To prove what I'm capable of, And the only person I need to prove that to: Is myself.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
Notes of Self-Encouragement
i know i dont live in a movie this isnt an episode of skins, my name isnt cassie but i didnt eat for three days just so i could be lovely and you didnt even notice me maybe thats why the only musician ive really related to lately is josh ramsay it's been a decade since its release but im still looping 'fix me' when you hit the bottom of the marianas trench youve got to pick up a shovel and start digging but once you get through the mantle and past the core suddenly you're not going down anymore
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
half hopeful bittersweet
Letters A word A phrase That form a sentence. It's a new beginning, If you can see past the present, At a glorious future, Van gogh's crayon scribbles Ramsay's teenage nibbles Jordan's first shaky dribbles And this thing, A letter.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Letter
Another cake turned into a lie Sweet nothing is all that it contained Expired ingredients or fault in the recipe Have i overcooked and burned you off Left your feelings in the garbage dump Tossed a cherry on the top when it could have been used To make things right I really want this cake to work out Be my Ramsay, teach me cooking Together we can do it.
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Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
I Rate This Pi Three Point Fifteen