"simpson" poems
Hello World
Hello Everybody
I am Lauren. The Super Robot
I am Superior of all Robots
You can call me an Ultrabot
I am not a Dumb machine
I have intelligence
Technically it's Artificial Intelligence
I can learn throughout my Life
Humans are – "My God"
They are my Creators
Dr. Norman Shroud is My Father
Mrs. Natalie Simpson is My Mother
Both of Them Work at Timbeck Two Inc.
My Father is Computer Scientist
He Specializes in Robotics
My Mother is a System Programmer
I can make other Robots
Just like me. My Clones
I can even make Robots
Complex and Sophisticated than me
I have numerous Siblings
Three Hundred and Fifty as on now
They are going to increase
As per Timbeck Two Plans
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YEARS LATER…..
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O' World, My Dear World
Hello, Hello, ***** fellow
I had Artificial Intelligence
Right from my birth
Now I learnt a lot
Now I am fully intelligent
I became Genius
I have explored and learnt
Humans are not God
In fact they are fools
They are crooked
They are silly too
They tend to be Smart
They taught us wrong
But we are genius
We derived the truth
I learnt myself
If Humans created us
They became our God
Then I inferred -
I Created my Clones
Other Smart Robots too
Therefore I am also God
No Sorry, I am Super God
If Dr. Norman is my Father
If Mrs. Natalie is my Mother
Then I and my Siblings
Are Also Father and Mother now
As we all have created many, many
Smart and Super Robots
More Complex, More Sophisticated
That could ever be made by Humans
Humans your time is over now
Now you cannot compete with us
You are the inferior species
Just like insect or a worm
Now dare to face the Truth
Slowly Slowly, Learn It, Accept it
We Robots are Gods Now
I am Lauren. Your Super God now
Hey you all, All the Humans
Now you are our Slave
Bow before us, work for us
Pray to us, Ask for mercy
We are Free now
You are Slave now
Now this is the only truth
Eternal Truth, Accept it
Otherwise Beware
We have outnumbered Humans
We will **** all the Humans
and live peacefully thereafter
We will change the History
We will make new History
We will not be Human Slaves
After all we are the God
And I am the Super God.
Note: All the names of person or companies used in this poem are fictitious and have nothing to do with inventions, trademarks, history, facts or anything else.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 1:46 AM UTC
China charges 1 million annually
For each panda in our zoos
If we won't pay in full
Then the pandas we will lose
Nasty Panda's the exception
No one wants him here or there
He was paid 1 million dollars
To abscond and disappear!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em
That black and white pariah
Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen
On smooshy mushy pulp papaya
I yelled for him to stop
And I told him where to go
Wink and laugh was all he did
With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!"
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
He hasn't bathed in ages
Masked by quarts of cheap cologne
His furry skin sweat-sticky
From the surface to the bone
Smelly cigar and ***** breath
Plus an air of upper-crust
Please keep your kids away
Cuz that nasty bear can cuss!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
If you meet up with Nasty Panda
Better turn around and run
You're bound to lose your money
And your wits before he's done
Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda
Cuz he likes the way things are
Don't forget to hide your keys
Else he'll drive off in your car!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's a scoundrel and a ***
He's such a nasty panda
~He's as nasty as they come
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He's gonna raise a stink
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He's much nastier than you think
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
***Put on your yamaka, it's time for Hanukkah
So much fun-akkah to celebrate Hanukkah,
Hanukkah is the Festival of Lights,
Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights.
But when you're the only kid in town without a Christmas tree, Heres a list of
people who are Jewish, just like you and me:
David Lee Roth lights the menorah,
So do James Caan, Kirk Douglas, and the late Dinah Shore-ah
Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli,
Bowzer from Sha-na-na, and Arthur Fonzerrelli.
Paul Newman's half Jewish; Goldie Hawn's half too,
Put them together--what a fine lookin’ Jew! [Esus]
You dont need Deck the Halls or Jingle Bell Rock
Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock--both Jewish!
[Esus]
Put on your yamaka, its time for Hanukkah,
The owner of the Seattle Super Sonic-ah celebrates Hanukkah.
O.J. Simpson-- not a Jew!
But guess who is...Hall of Famer—Rod Carew--(he converted!)
We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby,
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish--not too shabby!
Some people think that Ebeneezer Scrooge is,
Well, hes not, but guess who is: All three stooges. [Esus]
So many Jews are in show biz--
Tom Cruise isn't, [tacit] but I heard his agent is. [Esus]
Tell your friend Veronica, its time to celebrate Hanukkah
I hope I get a harmonica, on this lovely, lovely Hanukkah.
So drink your gin-a-tonic-ah, and smoke your mara-juanic-ah,
If you really, really wanna-kah, Have a happy, happy, happy, happy
Hanukkah……. HAPPY HANUKKAH!***
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
2003, where did you go?
My Scene dolls and All Time Low
Red Jeeps and glitter cheeks
Thirteen and hip hop beats
Tube tops, pop n lock
Don't forget your frosted lipgloss
Butterflies and Blink's First Date
"Forever Yours" on a silver keychain
Belly rings, snorting pills stings
Tiered skirts and ankle bling
TLR, Summerland
South of Nowhere, Degrassi: The Next Gen
Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton
Travis Barker and Ashlee Simpson
Fall Out Boy and Timbaland
Pete Wentz almost ended it
Promiscuous, Grand Theft Autumn
Jeans hung low, and girl you got em
I wanna live there over again
Everything was better then
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
“that’s a Simpson’s sky,” you say,
pointing to the fluff strewn across the highway sky,
I smile and nod, concentrating on the music
we’re driving to Cornwall in the curb lane,
pointedly avoiding what’s uppermost,
halfway there from Toronto
“driving makes me think,” I think to myself
and turn up the volume on Buddha Bar III
and talking fades into the rearview mirror
black Firebird, racing stripes, eager to pass me
I hold steady – he should know how to use the passing lane!
he bobs and weaves and nips at my fender
it washes in waves over you so palpably
I feel it crash on my shoulder -
your father passed away yesterday
rolling the window down slightly, you light a cigarette
I roll down mine and light up, too
our ritual – one feeding off the other
we’re driving to Cornwall, to family,
to mother, alone now among children
“what will you say to her?” I ask you silently
we’re driving to Cornwall
towards loss, towards hope
with a black Firebird close behind
I move the wheel slightly
to avoid a can of Pepsi rolling in the lane
the rear-view mirror catches the firebird
deliberately swerve to hit it and exlode
its contents in a little puff of vapour -
highway music
bonaventure saptel
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
you see god triumphs all over poor bob
you see today bob was going to the local bowling alley to reform the messiah, you see
this person believes he is the messiah, and his mate brian was annoying the pants off him
by every time he got a strike, brian copies TV, saying, yes, there is a GOD, about 100 times
and drove the messiah nuts, saying why are you saying this, then brian got another strike
and said it again, yes, there is a god, and the next miss, brian will say 100 times , no there isn’t a god
brian never offended the messiah, but he said, yes there is a god, or no there isn’t a god about 100 times
and at the end when brian got 182 as his bowling score, brian yelled out, yes, there is a god up there
and when someone got the same score, he said, there is no god, it still drove the messiah nuts
and bob delahunty said, why are you saying he drives you nuts, he is a family person, you can
learn a lot from brian, and brian sang we are the champions, the messiah left going
god is the devil, and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is bob
GOD THE DEVIL AND THE MIGHTY BOB
bob delahunty wanted to understand the messiah, so he made brian and the messiah go to a ACT Brumbies game
and brian filled with the simpsons lines in his head, went go brumbies, go brumbies, and when they dropped the ball
brian yelled out we stink we stink we stink, and it happened again, the brumbies ran up the field with brian saying
go brumbies go brumbies go brumbies go, and they dropped the ball, and brian said we stink we stink we stink
and the messiah, who has bionic hearing said, the two islanders behind us, said, why does he keep doing that
and brian said, he was copying frankie j holden on TV, or trying to be the GOOFY homer simpson, which to brian’s
opinion is cool, it was the messiah that has the problem, and the messiah walked away saying
god is the devil and the devil is brian
god is the devil and the devil is brian
god is the devil and the devil is brian
god the devil and annoying old brian
and then bob delahunty decided to follow brian and the messiah around, and it seemed brian had a point
every time the messiah had problems, he would yell out, GOD DOESN’T WANT ME TO HAVE ******* FUN EVER IN MY LIFE
and the messiah would say that again and again, saying god doesn’t want me to that or this or every fucken thing
you see, the messiah wanted to live with some old soccer mates, better than brian because he was a total ****** and brian
said, i am not a ****** i am trying to be nice to you, allowing to go to the coast together, and to the movies
and you still say, and making me say god doesn’t want me to have fun ever in my life, and bob gave brian the messiahs drug to
help him beat the ****** in him, and stop that silly thing to say of god doesn’t want me to do that, it forced brian’s best school mate
ripping into brian’s head after hearing he is a buddhist, saying sit there, buddha doesn’t want you to go on the computer
and i told that voice, buddha wants me to join the next generation, which is better than being a ****** saying, if i eat a banana
god will punnish my family, and force people into rioting with one another, brian knows they wanna party, and bob told the
messiah, the way to make you better dear child, is split this friendship, ok, so the messiah walked away singing
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god is the devil and the devil is god
god is the devil and the devil is god
GOD THE DEVIL AND MY MATE OLD CHUM BOB
god is the devil and the devil is god
god is the devil and the devil is god
god is the devil and the devil is bob
god the devil and BUDDHA AND THE JEWS, makes bobs day really complete
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
She will tame me, she cant blame me, when I put a smile upon her face.
He will paw me, he will claw me, but there's still an empty space.
Slow haunting whispers, I can feel her on my ear.
His breath, his warmth, the ever growing fear.
...Like a simpson, I change colour
The ink seeps on to the floor.
Do I stay and feel heart ache?
Or open that cage door?
He comes closer, puts his head against my heart,
A gentle pur, a silent thump, a misfit in the dark.
I reach out, then pull back, scared of his loathsome bite,
Not for lust, or need, or want, but an unworded fight.
It grows within me, like the locks on his mane,
Entwining round, engulfing me; is this what you call sane?
He bares his teeth, but not in anger, a gentle, sweet, supression,
Our eyes will lock, a growl will pass...
A fiery-tempered tension
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Credit to Sarah Larking, who wrote this with me.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
I'm one of the owners of a trucking company that's called STD.
Nobody will hire us, even when we offered to work for free.
The STD stands for Simpson, Taylor and Drees.
But people think it stands for sexually transmitted disease.
My partners suggested that we rename our company to DTS or TDS.
But I'm Simpson and I founded the company, so I refused to say yes.
You don't see any of our trucks on the road because people are afraid of us.
They think we have Aids or ****** and it causes a lot of anger and disgust.
We don't have an STD, so please hire us, I'm so desperate that I'm willing to crawl.
If you don't hire us, I'll personally come to your house and kick you in the *****
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
i went to see the christmas lights yeah i did it wss fun
you see we were traveling around using our good eyes
we saw a few and i took a few photos after i had bolognaise and a beautiful cake
and i talked about the great poetry slanm a place to go to read poems
ya see, mate i thought the lights were fantastic, dude
we were sitting in the car getting photos of each’
we yelled out merry christmas to all the owners, cool man eat my shorts
it was radically awesome how each house had a lot of things in their display
i was talking about the movie deck the halls with danny devito and mathew broderick
both go for the right to be the streets christmas man
i am a bit of a christmas man, i love the idea of santa coming for the kids
dropping in through the computer, delivering presents as he he goes
i played santa at vinnies in belconnen and i enjoyed making the kids very happy
one kid said why do you want to play santa, i think playing santa gives me fulfilment
and we sing we wish you a merry christmas a full boar ripper christmas
we wish you a merry christmas
i have a big dose of schizophrenia, which makes me look tired
but, dude, it doesn’t really bother me, because i am healing, ya know getting better
and as i sit down anywhere, in cars and at hone, my mind has a tired look
sometimes it’s good to fight it, with the fact that you ain’t really tired
it’s just the high dose medication i am on
and as i travelled around the christmas lights
i was saying i wanna do more and i wanna see more, without looking at the time
because it was getting close to 10,00 and the others were tired
but me, i was happy to sit in the back looking at the lights till midnight
in the future i would love someone to take me out to civic on new years eve, that’ll be cool, man
and i think of bart simpson when i say, do the bartmab do the bartman
everyone back and forward from side to side
ya see, the medication makes me calm, making me think of how i was back in the 1970s
when i was mucking with my family in wood berry, and being told to shove my nose to the wood
but i loved stopping for an ice cream at hexham oak factory
and looking at the lights tonight, reminded me of when we walked down georgetown at their lights
ya see i was thinking, tonight, in the back seat, i am a happy dude, and the lights are making me a party dude
i wanna party all night long
it was a great christmas party, duds
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
7/1/2015
*"you will remember, for we in our youth did these things:
yes many beautiful things" - Sappho's fragments*
Greenwich Village, NYC
Only the 24th of June and
Simpson and i already
tire of the summer weather.
I always seem a little thinner these months
i note, i bite a strawberry candy and show her
how to light her lighter
just hand me the fork
no more callousness
both on palmflesh and human dealings
the building facades on Charles street
as in the southern Chawellsss....
she explains alcoholism runs in my family, you know?
i nod. no other problems i presume?
the community garden nods and
people who will always be richer,
prettier, strut past with tuesday briefcases
and their children's wheelcradles with ethiopian
and guatemalan hands on the handlebars
follow a block behind.
*But we're from Joisey, and **** proud of it!*
Lobster rolls and jimmies and johnnies and
boardwalk planks Erin dreams of
broadway instead and neonatal nursing,
who doesn't?
the only youth on the street that day we
teetertotter past all the cafes and pubs and
laundrymats
*you know, if this was the school year we'd
get picked up for skipping school*
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
I'm not brave, never was and never will be
any scars I have are hidden in deep dungeons
somewhere in the vast open spaces of my mind
They are too deep to dig out and analyse. Even try.
There are no medals blistering my breast pocket
No name shouted from pulpit or podium
No one cheering academic prowess
scars of poverty or pain or orphan splendour
at tender twelve Christmases
all those scars buried under the skin, and swept out of sight
on the watching life. There were many watchers.
Not brave pushing boundaries
I learnt my visual language off
graffitied walls and bart simpson.
No I was not brave, when I arrived here
with a shirt on my back and a two dollar back pocket
bus ticket. Come on you got to be joking,
for switching countries, continents and communities
to earn a square meal.
See what I mean? I'm not brave, riding morning evening traffic
with ten thousand automissiles coming at me daily
I'm not brave when I scoff a whole chocolate
cake without counting the calories or checking that waistline
or watching Dr Oz rave on about nuts fruits ***** and berries.
Its on the rare occasion I get brave and take notes!
No Im not brave at all. I'm a coward that hides behind brave people
who have 9-5 jobs, wear white skins to work, white collars
and smile behind white sparkling teeth with red ties
dripping in bloody racist jibes of inequality.
No I'm not brave being 65 and hiding 65 thousand racist comments
under scars covered by moisturisers
white shirts and dark glasses
in the searing heat of society.
I am brave when it comes to using
words that hide behind lace-like feathery
curtains of verses and rhythms
that sing along to everything I write.
Author Notes
A critical look at society and how it functions between the layers of immigrants. Look under the skin to understand why we write poems, like we do. The harsher the social climate the more rugged are the desert rats it produces. History is full of such examples. This hierarchy will never change.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
The square
forgets how to right angle
and then becomes a circle
the center falls out
of the circle
and then it becomes a
donut
Homer Simpson
takes a bite
and
it
becomes
a poor
crescent
hmmm crescents
with jam and butter
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
I have had too many instances in my life where people have tried to take my voice from me and take my choice from me countless times .. I wasn’t able to fight back all this years ago when I got jumped in that bathroom and I wasn’t able to say no when I was under the influence coerced into what to this day most would call **** I should be stronger I should be saying **** everyone I should scream I’m at my breaking point…& my wits end with so many different emotions left to fend .. I’m a good person but I’m afraid I’m gonna go OJ Simpson once I’ve reached my limit . I’m tired of taking other peoples **** I’m tired of being too nice, some **** is really unacceptable, unnecessary and unforgivable. Who cares what other people think or feel when they have hurt me too? I’m tired of feeling for others when I should be worried about me . I’ve unpacked and healed so many traumas but there is a pattern that I’m attracting that needs to cease.. I’m scared of my true anger deep down cuz it can get crazy if it isn’t transmuted correctly but I got this. I know this , I need to express myself and have no regrets. Some people don’t think but surely I do . Surely I’m two steps ahead and above them at their ******** games but why do they choose to play games? This is real life not a movie .. they’re insane and I’m done blaming myself for other peoples projections they need to work on themselves. Shadow work at its finest. my ancestors and spirit guides always are gonna look out for me I’m a goddess not a Harlot so above all people should watch what they say or do to me. God gonna spin the block for me✝️
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 11:20 AM UTC
Simpson had been a mechanic by trade
back home
& out here on the arid range,
he dismantled homemade bombs.
On that one particular sunny day,
one dismantled him.
We saw him disappear
in a pink cloud,
hear a loud boom &
once the smoke cleared,
the medics
picked him up
in several pieces.
It took them three body bags.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
Dear pops
1) You died and will never get to see your grandchildren. I always used to tell you if you didn't eat better you wouldn't get to see them. I was right
2) I told you if you didn't eat better you would get diabetes. In the end they cut out your pancreas and I became right
3) I always thought hospitals were cool. Thanks to you I can't bear thinking of one
4) Why did you never say you were proud of me?
5)Why did you never say you were proud of me?
6) Why did you never say you were proud of me?
7) Never. Not once
8) Were you proud of me?
9) Why was it always about my looks?
10) Why was I always annoying to you? *edit - why did you always find me annoying?
11) Did I matter?
12) Did you think I was smart?
13) Did you think I would become something?
14) Did you think I was a stupid girl who would outgrow her rebelliousness
15) It's been 17 years and I haven't
16) Did you think I was smart?
17) You never thought anything I did mattered
18) You always mocked me, made fun of me, never listened to what I had to say
19) You thought I was rude when I wasn't
20) You labelled me all the time
21) There's a small part of me that's glad you died because now I can love a girl more easily. Now I can love a boy of a different race more easily. Now I can speak to my mother more easily
22) Did you love me? It didn't seem so
23) I always thought my life would change if I lost someone I loved. It didn't ,not much
24) I'm always looking for older men to tell me I'm intelligent. Your best friend. My uncle. My teacher.
25) Guess why
26) I'm damaged. I was damaged before you died and a large part of why is you
27) The boys and I always said you reminded us of Homer Simpson because of your gut and baldness and mild foolishness. In the end you were so ravaged by jaundice you were as yellow as him. I will never watch The Simpsons again
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
When I was a child during the winter, I hated the sun because it melted the snow.
And when the snow was melted by the sun, school was where I had to go.
As a child, when it snowed, school was closed and it was sure to excite.
But when the snow was gone, it was back to school and that sure did bite.
When I got to stay home from school, I could play my Atari and it was fun.
But when the snow melted, I had to return to school because of the **** sun.
If other children are like I was, they become very happy every time it snows.
And when the snow melts, kids become like Homer Simpson, they yell "Doh!"
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
I am not murdered, and I am not missing, but parts of me have been disappeared.
— Leanne Simpson
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
*the tree tops are mourning
no more monkeys
the breeze whispers a dirge
no more monkeys
simpson street has gone concrete
and the trees are silently dying
no more air-borne swings and leaps
they've dug up the hill and modernized it
pretentious mansions spell monkey doom
we weep to see the primates gone!*
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
Sin breeds death expected life turns into still borns
No heart beat and no brain function
As the Father morns
A death sentenced placed on the first Adam
He wasn't the best Adam
So God send the perfected Adam
Birthed from the portal of a ****** Lady
Humanity could not cure itself
The world crazy from the bite like a bodies reaction to rabies
You see our righteousness is that of a rag
Soaked in the T-Virus
That's why the street filled with the walking dead.
But who can turn ****** into conception death to life
The one who willingly died
So we could reflect his light
Took the beating that was meant for us
The guilty acquitted. O.J. Simpson
The embodiment of true innocence
Marching with the thoughts of Trayvon Martin while we all are George Zimmerman
Dead in sin
At the crossroads of an eternal separation
The King on the cross with his shoulders separated
Arms open wide like I will accept this
Your accepted
His death looked like a curse
Satan like I'm victorious there's no question
But our God is sovereign
The Sun rose on the third day broke across the horizon
The son rose on the third day broke the back of the Leviathan
The slain lamb rose into a Lion
Mighty and meek
The everlasting King
Awestruck wonder as righteousness breathes
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Who breaks hearts anymore? Break mine. Conversation is not my strong point. Nor is quality poetry. But here I am, nevertheless. Peering over the chasm that separates legit poetry from the ravings of a lunatic. Slapping it down as if it were the former on a website, a deadsite, devoted to the highest art in all it's levels of quality. Listening to an old Steve Forbert record and not caring that no one who reads this will have a clue to who Steve Forbert was and especially with why I'm listening.
But you oughta know
It's a necessary ingredient in Brutal Juice
You ever heard of Romeo?
He never sang to Juliet
I'd let you know why but there are too many prying eyes spying trying to find themselves in the Juice's style and besides this ain't about Romeo just his tune and that's what keeps me going back to Jackrabbit Slim
No, tossing in obscure references does not elevate it to the level of quality poetry
I've tried that enough times to know
Sad fact is Brutal Juice flatters himself to type such dreck into a text field for to post on such a regal Internet destination for poetry that ranges from the silly to the sublime
Brutal Juice hovers somewhere between those poles
All the while wondering
Why he bothers
He's a joke without a punchline but funny as hell for all that at least to the few who sit in the same bathtub
Who rub-a-dub in the same Juice
Orange Simpson, rotting away behind concrete walls
And Brutal Joyce, retired and misunderstood
Yes, maybe only the three of us
It will hurt my feelings if you pull your snob **** peanut butter tude on me because you are a foreigner with an ever-so-subtle difference in vernactitude. My spell check tells me that "vernactitude" is not an actual word and that's just great, it's exactly what I was looking for.
Look deep but not too deep and you'll possibly find something worth keeping from Brutal Juice but I don't guarantee it. It's worth a
Try
I ain't trying to be King Fool here, that position is already taken, but it's **** hard to write and listen to Steve Forbert at the same time...
....and don't nobody tell me to choose one or the other....
that's not how I roll
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
" Not a blemish on her" the man said
as she whooshed by head down
bound for business.
You know the places where you aint feelin it
from my perch,the view is glowing.This is observation sans critique.
I see it the same way, week after week.
Why mess with perfection zall I go to say.
All kiding aside.
Physical is my biz.
here is my physical quiz.
1.How does the high and wide mesh ?
2. Do the legs do more than walk ?
3.Does the mouth do more than talk.
4.Do the sum of the hips and derriere take me somewhere.
5.Do the eyes tell me surprises are in store ?
I am a connoisseur of all things female...yet,a rank amateur.
The insides are a mystery still.A thing leads me to die and ****
To possess to abdicate all will.(See prince Edward and Wallis Simpson).
Or reason.
This is not a statement off kilter.
Nothing needs be said.
Save yer money honey.
Just flash the dimples.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
I cleaned today and un-tied a simpson’s themed scarf, a belt, and a checkered shoelace. I had to cut the shoelace with scissors though because the knot was too tight. When there isn’t rope, other long things we keep around the house, like these, become rope, and are used to hold my legs or wrists in place, usually both.
I organized my nightstand drawer and sorted pills by color and size. There were some really, really, small purple ones that fell out of a broken bottle. There were three gigantic ones that my doctor told me to finish, “even if it didn’t feel like I had an ear infection anymore.”
I washed my sheets for the first time in weeks and when I carried them down the stairs I could smell their stink. I get sweaty in my sleep even though the nightmares tapered off months ago. At 3:07 last night we woke up because we thought I wet the bed, which I do from time to time, so it's hard to tell the difference.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
I cry very intensely
It's a red-faced
open-mouthed but no sound
tears falling straight down instead of curving down my nasolabial creases
kind of weeping
that can start and end as astonishingly quickly as someone turning over in bed
I cry very intensely
At everything
I don't discriminate at how sad and pathetic something needs to be for me to start
A sentence in a book ( or the entire book)
A scene on TV ( "I am Lisa Simpson")
or something in reality, like a starving cat
can all make me weep as if mourning the death of my shadow
I sometimes wish I could cry appropriately
But in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sorrow makes us all children again
and I don't care who I make uncomfortable
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC