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"romo" poems
Do you want to know the truth? The truth that hurts? The truth you don't want to hear? Here it is! I am not a Dallas Cowboys fan. There, I said it. If you want my opinion on the Dallas Cowboys, I'll be more than happy to give it to you. They will not win another Super Bowl, at least they won't in my lifetime. In my prediction, they won't win for a hundred years, long after I am gone, and long after you will be gone. The days of Aikman, Irvin, and Smith are as long gone as Tom Landry, and the use of that stupid hat. Yes, I do know the wild, wicked history of what people call "America's Team", the very same way an Atheist with a degree in theology knows the Bible. Ask me which player snorted ******* during the Super Bowl under the watchful eyes of millions of television viewers, and I'll tell you that same guy ended up winning the Texas Lottery. Ask me the name of the kicker that fooled around with a little girl, ask me what Michael Irvin was doing on his 30th birthday, ask me this, ask me that, and I will tell you, and you will know that I will never love the Dallas Cowboys. No sir, not when they currently have a wide receiver with a tendency to lay hands on his mother. Yeah, I know. That was a year ago. But still, he hit on his mother, and I will never wear that scumbag's jersey or shake hands with him if I saw him in person. You may think I have a problem, and yes I do have a problem. It's the Dallas Cowboys that I have a problem with. They should never be on a football field and call themselves America's Team when they don't even have the best quarterback in football. That's right. Tony Romo is a no-good prima donna who will never live up to people's expectations. Hell, he ain't half as good as Don Meredith, and did Don Meredith win a Super Bowl? Did Danny White win a Super Bowl? Neither will Tony Romo. Like I said, the Cowboys will never win another Super Bowl. That's the truth, and if you can't handle the truth, then that's too bad!
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
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Do you want to know the truth? The truth that hurts? The truth you don't want to hear? Here it is! I am not a Dallas Cowboys fan. There, I said it. If you want my opinion on the Dallas Cowboys, I'll be more than happy to give it to you. They will not win another Super Bowl, at least they won't in my lifetime. In my prediction, they won't win for a hundred years, long after I am gone, and long after you will be gone. The days of Aikman, Irvin, and Smith are as long gone as Tom Landry, and the use of that stupid hat. Yes, I do know the wild, wicked history of what people call "America's Team", the very same way an Atheist with a degree in theology knows the Bible. Ask me which player snorted ******* during the Super Bowl under the watchful eyes of millions of television viewers, and I'll tell you that same guy ended up winning the Texas Lottery. Ask me the name of the kicker that fooled around with a little girl, ask me what Michael Irvin was doing on his 30th birthday, ask me this, ask me that, and I will tell you, and you will know that I will never love the Dallas Cowboys. No sir, not when they currently have a wide receiver with a tendency to lay hands on his mother. Yeah, I know. That was a year ago. But still, he hit on his mother, and I will never wear that scumbag's jersey or shake hands with him if I saw him in person. You may think I have a problem, and yes I do have a problem. It's the Dallas Cowboys that I have a problem with. They should never be on a football field and call themselves America's Team when they don't even have the best quarterback in football. That's right. Tony Romo is a no-good prima donna who will never live up to people's expectations. Hell, he ain't half as good as Don Meredith, and did Don Meredith win a Super Bowl? Did Danny White win a Super Bowl? Neither will Tony Romo. Like I said, the Cowboys will never win another Super Bowl. That's the truth, and if you can't handle the truth, then that's too bad!
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A lo fugaz perpetuo y sus hipoteseres a la deriva al vértigo al sublatir al máximo las reverberalíbido al desensueño al alba a los cornubios dime sin titilar por ímpetu de bumerang de encelo de gravitante acólito de tanto móvil tránsfuga cocoterráqueo efímero y otros ripios del tránsito meditaturbio exóvulo espiritado en Virgo en decúbito en trance en aluvión de incógnitas con más de un muerto huésped rondando la infraniebla del dédalo encefálico junto a precoces ceros esterosentes dime al codeleite mudo del mimo mimo mixto al desmelar los senos o al trasvestirme de ola de sótano de ausencia de caminos de pájaros que lindan con la infancia animamantemente me di por dar por tara por vocación de dado por hacer noche solo entre amantes fogatas desinhalar lo hueco y encontrarme inhallable hora tras otra lacra más y más cavernoso menos volátil paria más total seudo apoeta con esqueleto topo y suspensivas nueces de apetencias atávicas al azar dime al gusto a las adultas menguas a las escleropsiquis al romo tedio al pasmo al exprimir las equis a la veinteava esencia y degustar los filtros del desencantamiento o revertir mi arena en clepsidras sexuadas y sincopar la cópula me di me doy me he dado donde lleva la sangre prostitutivamente por puro pleno pánico de adherir a lo inmóvil del yacer sin orillas sin fe sin mí sin pauta sin sosías sin lastre sin máscara de espera ni levitarme en busca del muy Señor nuestro ausente en todo caso y tiempo y modo y **** y verbo que fecundó el vacío obnubilado inserto en el dislate cosmos, a todo todo dime alirrampantemente para abusar del aire del sueño de lo vivo y redarme y masdarme hasta el último dengue                                                           y entorpecer la nada
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A lo fugaz perpetuo y sus hipoteseres a la deriva al vértigo al sublatir al máximo las reverberalíbido al desensueño al alba a los cornubios dime sin titilar por ímpetu de bumerang de encelo de gravitante acólito de tanto móvil tránsfuga cocoterráqueo efímero y otros ripios del tránsito meditaturbio exóvulo espiritado en Virgo en decúbito en trance en aluvión de incógnitas con más de un muerto huésped rondando la infraniebla del dédalo encefálico junto a precoces ceros esterosentes dime al codeleite mudo del mimo mimo mixto al desmelar los senos o al trasvestirme de ola de sótano de ausencia de caminos de pájaros que lindan con la infancia animamantemente me di por dar por tara por vocación de dado por hacer noche solo entre amantes fogatas desinhalar lo hueco y encontrarme inhallable hora tras otra lacra más y más cavernoso menos volátil paria más total seudo apoeta con esqueleto topo y suspensivas nueces de apetencias atávicas al azar dime al gusto a las adultas menguas a las escleropsiquis al romo tedio al pasmo al exprimir las equis a la veinteava esencia y degustar los filtros del desencantamiento o revertir mi arena en clepsidras sexuadas y sincopar la cópula me di me doy me he dado donde lleva la sangre prostitutivamente por puro pleno pánico de adherir a lo inmóvil del yacer sin orillas sin fe sin mí sin pauta sin sosías sin lastre sin máscara de espera ni levitarme en busca del muy Señor nuestro ausente en todo caso y tiempo y modo y **** y verbo que fecundó el vacío obnubilado inserto en el dislate cosmos, a todo todo dime alirrampantemente para abusar del aire del sueño de lo vivo y redarme y masdarme hasta el último dengue                                                           y entorpecer la nada
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Waiting~ Waiting can be a terrible process,perhaps even the worst.. One must sit around,in anxiety,in worry,and even fear of what's to become.. Even when at the other end of the line something pleasant or happy is there nobody wants to be caught in the grasps of waiting.. Although many can agree there's a hundred things they would rather do than wait for the thing that they must wait for.. But perhaps waiting may not be as bad one might be led to believe, with waiting comes time,and with time comes virtue and with that virtue comes a train of thought.. If one can wait with patience they become wiser then they once were altough a rather tedious task one may learn from the experience.. Perhaps patience is the greatest gift of all,with the just right amount of patience one can overcome any sort of obstacle that may be left before them,with the mindset to not give up,a patient person a powerful one.. Waiting is a game with one plays inside their own mind,it's themself versus time itself,one side is a mortal capable of infinite mistakes and making just one can cost them the game of waiting and on the other is time which makes no mistake and has an infinite amount of chances to cause you to make one because over time you start to get irratated,paranoid or just plain scared,but fortunately time can only play for so long, the game of waiting must come to an end simply because noone has to wait forever.. Whether you must wait for something,for someone or some time,it all must come to an end eventually,whether the thing seems like it's been forever or whether that person seems like they've been gone for what seems like a life time or whether the time you've been waiting for appears as if it was impossible to happen,because in the end or rather I should say,the beginning seems like...it never would have happened,after doing ever so long,Waiting ~Jerry Romo
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Waiting
Waiting~ Waiting can be a terrible process,perhaps even the worst.. One must sit around,in anxiety,in worry,and even fear of what's to become.. Even when at the other end of the line something pleasant or happy is there nobody wants to be caught in the grasps of waiting.. Although many can agree there's a hundred things they would rather do than wait for the thing that they must wait for.. But perhaps waiting may not be as bad one might be led to believe, with waiting comes time,and with time comes virtue and with that virtue comes a train of thought.. If one can wait with patience they become wiser then they once were altough a rather tedious task one may learn from the experience.. Perhaps patience is the greatest gift of all,with the just right amount of patience one can overcome any sort of obstacle that may be left before them,with the mindset to not give up,a patient person a powerful one.. Waiting is a game with one plays inside their own mind,it's themself versus time itself,one side is a mortal capable of infinite mistakes and making just one can cost them the game of waiting and on the other is time which makes no mistake and has an infinite amount of chances to cause you to make one because over time you start to get irratated,paranoid or just plain scared,but fortunately time can only play for so long, the game of waiting must come to an end simply because noone has to wait forever.. Whether you must wait for something,for someone or some time,it all must come to an end eventually,whether the thing seems like it's been forever or whether that person seems like they've been gone for what seems like a life time or whether the time you've been waiting for appears as if it was impossible to happen,because in the end or rather I should say,the beginning seems like...it never would have happened,after doing ever so long,Waiting ~Jerry Romo
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