"sheeit" poems
Whelp, here a goes the first poem on this site of sites,
gotta make sure i do this sheeit just rights.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
ugh!
just one more
time
one more and i can rest
yeaugh!
this freakin stone
is always draggin behind
bringing me down
keepin the time
and i can't even use it
or lose it
it's leashed to me by twine
ugh!
hyeahh!
hhmph!
finally
there
i made it
again
but this is different
there's a scroll here
i open it
it's a reflection of Dwayne Johnson
with my nose and floofy hair
ah sheeit
i AM the rock
the boulder melts
into a T-1000 sized
silver puddle
rises and reforms
as me
we kiss furiously
turns out he's a really nice guy
we shot the **** a while
and have a lot in common
same taste in music and stuff
yeah
we're getting brunch next week
if it goes well
i could really learn
to like me
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 8:41 PM UTC
she smiles and puts the joke away
saves it hopefully
for a far distant rainy day.
by which time
I'll have all the comma's in place,
face it
my punctuation is,,,
..sheeit look at the time
almost nine
time for wine
'goodnight all'
said
Dixon of Dock Green,
and ifya seen that
you're as old as me
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Dragging my sorry looking *** into another sorry looking day
and some say,
a day is what you make of it,
Sheeit.
This way of life is only good for termites and moles, to build or burrow
I furrow my brows in thought
ideas that come to nought,
but I ain't
'bought the farm'
yet.
It's only when you're looked for
how lost you know you've become.
mostly it's a good thing
and sometimes it is not
Life
brings to me
a promise of security
that's
got to be worth a lot.
I'm still dragging my heels
a hundredweight of lead
on my shoulders
( not from the church roof )
and
as God is my witness
that's the Gods honest truth.
Work
is the **** or the cure me
and I'm sure
that she would agree.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC